Leaving the house today with my walking boots on I don’t, as so often, know where I’m going. But walking down the road I decide I’ll get on the first bus that comes, get off it as soon as I see something interesting, and start meandering round from there.
I’m in luck, the bus is the 76. A curious beast that meanders almost all the way around the circumference of the city centre before finally giving in and turning down London Road. I’m not on it until then though because I see this.
I get off at the next stop for a closer look. Turns out it’s to be ‘Liverpool’s Bio Tech Hub.’ So there, another hub. I must say I’m getting very tired of the word, already turning old as an early century affectation for where we’d have merely called something a ‘centre’ or even plain old ‘building.’ Oh well, no doubt some mover-shaker go-getter with very long pointed shoes got paid a packet to come up with the term.
Which I always enjoy. It only happens on major public holidays that are also major family occasions. Like Christmas Day and today, Easter Sunday. So peaceful I can have whole streets more or less to myself.
Now this part of Liverpool, around the top end of London Road is where the city’s Jewish arrivals from Eastern Europe first settled early in the 20th Century. And one of their kosher butcher’s shops is still here – just.And it’s currently fronted by its own hoarding telling the story of the shop and Liverpool’s Jewish community.
This used to be a large Co-Op shop and I remember being brought here in the 1960s for my school uniform. Now? Student housing, inevitably.
The social enterprise that recycles the city’s bulky household waste, and has done for ages.
A surviving and magnificent piece of municipal housing. For students now, obviously.
Not that purple slither of student development, but the shop that’s now ‘Machine Mart.’ This was ‘Jonathan Silver’s’ in the mid 1970s, outfitters to young hippies who were dressing up a bit. The same Jonathan Silver went on to set up Salt’s Mill, the mighty old mill building in Bradford that houses so much of David Hockney’s Art.
Then a plaque near the Mersey Tunnel ventilation shaft that I can’t believe I’ve never noticed before.
Peter Blake’s done a new design for one of our ferries.
It stands for the Shelter Neighbourhood Action Project and it took place in Granby, which is why I’m interested. I’m sure I’ll be back with more about it.
Something so good it’s going to have its own blog post. It captivates me for an hour.
A good ramble on what turned into a lovely day. A walk that made itself up as it went along. Often the best kind.