Great bus journeys of the world: the 82

the 8244That was just to get your attention really. There will be a journey on the 82 later on, but this is principally a Friday Walk. First walk of any length I’ve been on since I injured my ribs the other week. The doctor said there’d be a week of strong pain, followed by five weeks or so of ‘discomfort’. He was right about the pain, and as the discomfort is easing I was keen to make the most of the light on one of the shortest days and get out there walking.

Across Greenbank Park in the low December sunshine.

Across Greenbank Park in the low December sunshine.

Through the avenue of winter trees in Sefton Park.

Through the avenue of winter trees in Sefton Park.

Red dogwood shining.

Red dogwood shining.

Across the park, Belem tower still 'in development'

Across the Park, Belem Tower still ‘in development’

I remember filming the Park from the top of this when it was still a municipal block. A fairly frightening thing to do as there were only those very thin railings you can still see at the top there. It was emptied of people years ago now and a private developer has been marketing it for months now, though progress with actual renovation seems slow. I would have loved to live up there.

Across to Windermere Terrace.

Across to Windermere Terrace.

And into a very wet Princes Park.

And into a very wet Princes Park. It’s rained nearly all week ’til today.

The lovely bark of the cherry tree in the sunshine.

The lovely bark of the cherry tree in the sunshine.

Yes you can get most of the way from our house to town within public parks.

The Princes Avenue roundabout is feeling festive.

The Princes Avenue roundabout is feeling festive.

And if you call the woody central boulevard on Princes Avenue a ‘public park’ and why not? Then make that ‘all the way from our house to town..’

But we’re not going along there just yet. There’s a site inspection to be done over in Granby 4 Streets.

Works in Ducie Street won't be starting until some time next year.

Works in Ducie Street won’t be starting until some time next year.

So this house still being used as an advertising hoarding.

So this house still being used as an advertising hoarding.

That looks like a better use of your Boxing Day than having your consolation Christmas Dinner with the relatives who didn’t want you at their’s on Christmas Day itself, by the way.

Jermyn Street busy with Liverpool Mutual Homes builders.

Jermyn Street busy with Liverpool Mutual Homes builders.

But all quiet at the Community Land Trust houses in Cairns Street. To my surprise.

But all quiet at the Community Land Trust houses in Cairns Street. To my surprise.

I find out later from my friend Eleanor, who lives in Cairns Street, that work has in fact started.

“The first stages of the soft strip have started! But the real momenum will start on 5th January. They have set up their headquarters in number 53. So there has been the unaccustomed sounds of sweeping and clearing out.”

So all’s well. The CLT is on the move.

Splendid new sign at the end of Cairns Street, though the market itself won't happen again until April.

Splendid new sign at the end of Cairns Street, though the market itself won’t happen again until April.

Now I’d heard earlier from Anna James at Plus Dane that the new rooves were going on in Beaconsfield Street.

And here they are.

And here they are.

Seen more clearly from round the back.

Seen more clearly from round the back.

The collapsed rear walls being carefully replaced.

The collapsed rear walls being carefully replaced.

These houses being in a much more fragile state than had been expected.

These houses being in a much more fragile state than had been expected.

On the whole though, beyond wonderful to end the year with so much happening and about to happen. 2015 will be the year Granby 4 Streets becomes home for a lot more people. At very long last.

Site inspection over, further along Princes is an example of what happened to most of the other original streets of Granby.

This is Roseberry Street.

This is Roseberry Street.

John Lennon and the Quarrymen.

John Lennon and the Quarrymen.

And once upon a time this too was full of the sort of terraced houses you’ve just seen being restored in the 4 Streets. In fact in 1957, when the street was full and well and celebrating 750 years since Liverpool was granted its charter by King John, a more noted John brought his band to a street party here and they played Roseberry Street their joyous skiffle music from the back of a truck.

All together now.

All together now.

A favourite ecumenical view of Liverpool, Greek Orthodox, Anglican and Jewish.

Well worth a visit if you've never been.

Well worth a visit if you’ve never been.

At The Rialto on Upper Parliament Street.

At The Rialto on Upper Parliament Street.

Catharine Street in intense winter sunlight.

Catharine Street in intense winter sunlight.

And yes I know it’s spelt wrong but that’s the way it is!

The Cathedral from Huskisson Street. Magnificent.

The Cathedral from Huskisson Street. Magnificent.

On the left, in the roof, upstairs at 36 Falkner Street.

On the left, in the roof, upstairs at 36 Falkner Street.

Where my first girlfriend Pat used to live, back in the early 1970s. While I was at University over the road she let me have a key so I actually did most of my degree work up there while listening to music. So looking up there now I start singing the ‘Crime of the Century’ LP by Supertramp. All of it.

She also lived round the front in the ground floor flat for a while too.

She also lived round the front in the ground floor flat for a while too.

As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, this was Brian Epstein’s flat which he let John and Cynthia Lennon borrow when they first got married.

And I was planning to tell you that, in that ‘Liverpool is a village’ sort of way, I know the two women who live here now. But when I get home later there’s a card from them saying Jackie and Fiona have moved to Wales. So there.

It's only mid-morning but I'd guess later The Quarter here will be full of Christmas dos.

It’s only mid-morning but I’d guess later on The Quarter here will be full of Christmas dos.

Last Friday before Christmas with all that implies.

Along Hope Street the Philharmonic pub beaming in the sun.

Along Hope Street the Philharmonic pub beaming in the sun.

Loomed over by a ‘yet more student housing’ crane.

Opposite I’m pleased to see the long empty Trade Union and Unemployed Centre starting to fill up with new life.

'Liverpool's first combined coffee shop and mini-roasterie'

‘Liverpool’s first combined coffee shop and mini-roasterie’

Not too sure what a ‘roasterie’ – mini or otherwise is, but good luck to you! (Actually, here is said roasterie in action, on the coffee beans.)

Walking down Hardman Street.

Walking down Hardman Street.

And into Bold Street.

And into Bold Street.

Time for a sit down and a cup of tea.

Time for a sit down and a cup of tea.

Walking on, it’s late morning now and town is starting to fill up. The last Friday lunch time before Christmas approaches.

In Church Street.

In Church Street.

Along Whitechapel.

Along Whitechapel.

Looking into Liverpool One.

Looking into Liverpool One.

And down Lord Street.

And down Lord Street.

I decide to make for the bus station and go somewhere quieter.

Walking into the sunshine.

Walking into the sunshine.

And looking back at Christmas.

And looking back at Christmas.

Just by the bus station I pass the office where I used to work.

Just by the bus station I pass the office where I used to work.

For the last few years of my housing career, when I was a Director of the place, these were the offices of Liverpool Housing Trust (still are, though it’s part of a large group called Symphony now). And were this day 20-odd years ago I would definitely be in there now preparing for some sort of Christmas do.

Everyone had two dos back then, officially. One for their department and one for the whole place. These were enthusiastically done and no place for the squeamish or faint-hearted. In fact we liked them so much that most of us would invite our ‘friends’ from the other departments to our own do. In this way it was perfectly possible to be ‘out’ for much of December if you wanted to be. And most of us did.

So walking past here I’m not wishing I were over there getting ready to hit the town like we used to. But I wish them all well and rejoice for them in the fact that Liverpool now has so many more bars than we used to have, to be barred out of later on today!

I get on the 82.

I get on the 82 and go upstairs.

‘At last!’ I hear ‘bus journey’ fans saying.

We turn onto Lime Street.

We turn onto Lime Street.

Up to Park Road past St Patrick's.

Up to Park Road past St Patrick’s.

And the Dickens Streets. Dorrit Street here.

And the Dickens Streets. Dorrit Street here.

Down the hill past the Dingle.

Down the hill past the Dingle.

Turning onto Aigburth Road.

Turning onto Aigburth Road.

Nearly time to get off.

Nearly time to get off.

No I'm not going all the way to Speke, I want my lunch.

No I’m not going all the way to Speke, I want my lunch!

It's still a great bus route though. Farewell 82.

It’s still a great bus route though. Farewell 82.

I turn towards lunch.

I turn towards lunch.

Passing a rack of City Bikes, one of the great arrivals of the year.

Passing a rack of City Bikes, one of the great arrivals of the year.

Though of course I still haven’t gone so far as to actually get on one.

Into Lark Lane.

Into Lark Lane.

Arriving for lunch at Greendays.

Arriving for lunch at Greendays.

Where things are looking pretty festive.

Where things are looking pretty festive in a stylish sort of way. Look at the moving and illuminated carousel.

While I’m in here enjoying Carole’s quesadillas, a new arrival on the menu, it pours down heavily outside.

So I set off for home along the wet street.

So I set off for home along the wet street.

Crossing Sefton Park.

Crossing Sefton Park.

And though it's only two o'clock the light is already leaking away from the day.

And though it’s only two o’clock the light is already leaking away from the day.

But stages a brief revival as I walk up our street to home.

But stages a brief revival as I walk up our street to home.

A decent run out for the still painful ribs then, and therefore a bus ride where I’d normally do a circular walk. And after a week where I’d had to so publicly doubt the wisdom of some in the city, such a release and a relief to get out and enjoy the place that’s always around us. A good Friday in Liverpool then, as the days dwindle down and the Solstice arrives.

5 thoughts on “Great bus journeys of the world: the 82

  1. Pak

    Nice walk,Ronnie. I like the photos of the puddle and the one of the sun shining on the cherry tree. Some people say that Paul Mccartney also appears on that photo of John playing skiffle on Rosebery Street – the one wearing the glasses on the bottom of right of the photo. The photo was taken about 2 weeks before John was first introduced to Paul at Woolton Fete.
    You should write about Berry Street one day as the 82 passes down it(I often photograph both Berry Street and Bold Street on the same day).

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  2. Paul Cook

    Lovely article and pictures as usual, Ronnie. Could we have more bus routes in 2015, please? Maybe readers of the blog could suggest some around Merseyside for you?

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    1. Ronnie Hughes Post author

      It’s an idea Paul, though that of course would suggest I plan what I do. Whereas when I’m leaving the house I mostly have only the vaguest idea about where I’ll be ending up!

      But I do like the idea of involving readers in the blog, as I’ve done at the ‘live’ events these past two months. Maybe we could ‘go live’ on the 26, or indeed the 27? A drink and a bite at Homebaked. Getting off and nosing around wherever we fancied? Nothing too organised mind.

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  3. lindsay53

    Beautiful photos, Ronnie and a great post. Love that Windermere terrace! Classic! Glad the ribs held out. I love the way you show ‘real’ Liverpool which is just the stuff that each of the days are made of in that place.

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    1. Ronnie Hughes Post author

      It was a long time ago now, but that house at the end of Windermere Terrace used to be owned by Roger McGough. So I always think of him when I pass. Ribs are now improving by the day thanks.

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