Summer in the City.
Guess what, summer’s arrived. Or at any rate as sunny a weekend as we’ve had for many a long week. Saturday dawned as blue skied as my day around Lark Lane on Friday, so me and the camera went out for a nose around town.
First I heaeded down to the Pier Head.
Where I’d heard stuff would be going on.
The ‘Liverpool Loves’ festival.
And here it is.
Thousands of people. Loads to eat drink and buy.
Plus dancing for all ages, with Liverpool favourites Movema.
There was also a serious ampunt of music happening.
Best music for me being by Satin Beige.
Soul music with plucked cello? Yes. And I’m reliably and wonderfully informed that that’s her real name.
From LIPA to the waiting world? Should think so.
Music going on everywhere.
Bought a vegan lunch from these.
Watched some more music while I ate it.
Didn’t catch the band’s name.
Just as well I’m not a real journalist.
Then wandered off past the children’s rides.
And the sceptical seagulls.
For a general amble around Saturday in town.
Was a time when most of Liverpool’s buses and trams terminated here. Made sense. Now it seems to be just those from Croxteth and Kirkby.
Plus this horse and cart.
Crossing Strand Street.
Up to the Queen Victoria statue (not pictured because I don’t like it).
A reminder that the Liverpool Internationaal Music Festival’s coming up.
Looking forward to this. I don’t have many heroes but Gil Scott-Heron is definitely one.
On into Liverpool One.
New first, second and third kits availabe here for the gullible.
A full Beehive.
And a full Church Street.
Still regular customers on the zipwire.
Cascading down over our heads.
British Legion members doing an obliging job as tourist guides.
The ‘Man in a stiff breeze’ even though it’s sunny and still.
And it’s afternoon now so the Hen Parties are getting into their stride.
And along with your first, second and third kits, you’ll obviously want some new scarves.
Of players you probably hven’t even seen yet.
Narrowly avoiding the prowling and worryingly neat Mormons.
I head off up Bold Street.
Now, a complaint.
When, how and why did the ‘pedestrian’ end of Bold Street become more or less permanently open to traffic? Several cars had already passed me before this taxi. ‘Fair enough’ I thought, ‘he must be picking up a fair.’ But no. He parked there and went into that shop looking for clothes.
Round in Concert Square.
Serious Saturday sessions in full flow.
All good natured, everyone happy in the sunshine.
I’m thirsty now.
So go into Garden by Leaf at FACT for some lemonade.
And then get the bus home.
So, no gnomic conclusion. Just a set of photographs of a pleasantly sunny day in Town. At peace, and not to be under-estimated.