Having walked a fair bit of North Liverpool then South Liverpool in the last two days it didn’t take a genius or even me to work out today’s ‘Walking About’ route, the middle. Roughly from here in Wavertree, through L7 and L1 to the River. Let’s go.
Reflecting as I start out on a third walk in three days that there are some times when I need a lot of time on my own. Not in a melancholy way, but I don’t want to be inside and I have an elemental need to walk, alone.
A Film Studios being the latest plan for it.
Full story in ‘The Jewel of Edge Lane’.
In the 1960s the Shankland Plan for Liverpool had the M62 coming into the city along here. That never happened then, but the demolitions and road building of these past few years now mean it sort of has.
I suppose people either love it or hate it? Well at least good things go on inside.
In fact, though where we’re walking today isn’t talked up for its Georgian buildings to the same extent as not far away Canning, it does have a good number and was clearly once one of the wealthier parts of Liverpool. Up the hill of Mount Vernon and well away from overcrowding, port and industry. Oh and then they invented railways, right here.
Seeing the goal painted on the wall over there reminds me to tell you about ‘Urban Goals’. A website by Michael Kirkham that makes me smile every time I look at it. Go and have a look.
It’s the new Royal Liverpool Hospital. Being built, as you can see, behind and around the existing hospital. I’m going to walk right round the block now and make a record of its construction. Why? Because major building and engineering works fascinate me. How they’re done, certaily, but also how they change the look of a place so dramatically we quickly forget what it used to look like before. I remember Sarah and I doing a similar exercise while Liverpool One was being built early this century and those photos are fascinating, to me anyway. So here goes.
There’s a mosaic number like this on Park Road too. Though of course that one says ‘8’.
And we’ve got used to it. I know I have. There are paths I could walk in that building with my eyes closed. Veer left at the entrance, through St Paul’s Eye Clinic, right past the lifts, sharp left into the back corridor, fifty yards or so along it, then just before the end, turn right through the double doors to the stairs, up them and across the bridge in the corridor to Linda McCartney.
I’m sure if you’re from here you have your own routes and your own memories. The place being part of the geography of all of our lives.
But they have in their tender caring for generations of us, and I only hope they’re now going to get the working conditions they’ve so long deserved.
Reflecting in fact as I take all of these that I may very well be photographing the construction of the building where I will die. Many many of us do die in hospital, that’s a simple fact.
And walk on down Pembroke Place.
The Museum of Liverpool, knowing of my affection for this place, have been in touch recently to see what I’d think of the idea of the shop front now being moved into their museum for safe keeping?
I won’t go on.
I can walk no further. Three happily solitary days of walking around so much of Liverpool now done.
They’re not very good are they. They seem to have tried hard to make them really look like our beloved boys.
Still, while I’m here, and since the light’s so good I might as well be a tourist with a camera in my own place.