Walking to The Egg

Walking to The Egg - 10A work meeting for 11:30 in the morning is called off because someone’s sick (get well soon Ann Marie x). So what to do? Shall I fill in the time before my next appointment at 2 in the afternoon with other work or shall I go for a walk in the early spring sunshine? Easy choice, I put my boots on and set off.

My eventual destination will be The Egg in Newington.

My eventual destination will be The Egg in Newington.

So I walk in that general direction, with detours.

Days and sudden spare time like this don’t occur so often that they can be ignored. Living, as I still do, with the attitude of what would I choose to do if I had a year left to live? For all of 2014 I wrote a series of blog posts about this and it quietly changed my life. Read my main conclusions here if you like.

These tiny narcissi in the corner of Greenbank Park only visit for a short time around about now each year.

These tiny narcissi in the corner of Greenbank Park only visit for a short time around about now each year.

And there are plenty of crocuses to see now too.

And there are plenty of crocuses to see now too.

What heaven would look like, the lake in Greenbank Park.

What heaven would look like, the lake in Greenbank Park.

Later on at The Egg a friend and I will talk about a great many things in a winding conversation that begins with work and meanders down many another lane including what would be heaven for each of us. I of course consider that I’m already living in heaven and I’m walking through it now on my way to meet her.

Scilla in Greenbank Lane.

Scilla in Greenbank Lane.

'The Tree' in full blossom.

‘The Tree’ in full blossom.

As anyone can see this is actually a stand of several ornamental cherry trees, at the Greenbank Lane entrance into Sefton Park. Sarah and I call it ‘The Tree’ though and late every winter one or other of us will carry home the joyous news that ‘The Tree’s got blossoms on it.’

Which as you can see, it has. A bee to on the left there.

Which as you can see, it has. A bee too on the left there.

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Spring is here.

And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed it over these last few days, but I think we’re all a bit happier. We thrive in the growing light as much as the blossoms and wildflowers do. All of us part of the same nature, this heaven.

This heaven with tower blocks.

This heaven with tower blocks.

From the centre of the park near the café, along the long avenue to The Needle, the new miracle of recent years is once again with us.

The avenue of crocuses.

The avenue of crocuses.

In all the crocus colours.

In all the crocus colours.

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I know it’s not really a miracle and that they’ve been planted here by Glendales who look after the parks for the City, but their effect on me is always miraculous. Knowing they’ll be here by now, actually seeing them in their many thousands fills my heart with joy and my eyes with tears every year.

So I leave one park.

So I leave one park.

And walk through to another.

And walk through to another.

Princes Park, the earliest of our great Victorian Parks.

Princes Park, the earliest of our great Victorian Parks.

My favourite tree in here.

My favourite tree in here.

Also known as Tibetan Cherry. There’ll be flowers later in the spring. But its shining red bark is a joy and a wonder all year.

Liverpool largest display of snowdrops?

Liverpool’s largest display of snowdrops?

In glorious profusion.

In glorious profusion.

Around the grave of Judy, the long serving park donkey of years ago.

Around the grave of Judy, the long serving park donkey of years ago.

Crocuses here too.

Crocuses here too.

Out through the shining gates.

Out through the shining gates.

For a quick visit in passing to Granby 4 Streets.

For a quick visit in passing to Granby 4 Streets.

Where I find we at last have a date for United Utilities to connect our three nearly completed houses to the water mains. Again not a real miracle, it just feels like one.

More blossoms on Princes Road.

More blossoms on Princes Road.

Along past the Synagogue.

Along past the Synagogue.

The Greek Orthodox church.

The Greek Orthodox church.

And what I always think of as Florence Nightingale House.

And what I always think of as Florence Nightingale House.

As there's a memorial to her on the outside.

As there’s a memorial to her on the outside.

Roof works going on at St Bride's in Percy Street.

Roof works going on at St Bride’s in Percy Street.

On the other side of Percy Street too.

On the other side of Percy Street too.

Then around the corner in Hope Street, LIPA is making its sixth form college out of the Art School John Lennon and Stuart Sutcliffe of The Beatles went to.

Then around the corner in Hope Street, LIPA is making its sixth form college out of the Art School John Lennon and Stuart Sutcliffe of The Beatles went to.

If that had been there when my own sixth form in Bootle expelled me all those years ago I’d like to have gone to LIPA instead.

And who knows where I’d have ended up then? Our lives are sequences of tiny accidents aren’t they? And all the more interesting for that.

This looks good.

This looks good, I love The Unthanks.

Rachel and Becky Unthank with the Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra, 19th March.

Getting close to town now.

Getting close to town now.

I never get used to this you know, or take the view for granted. Here I am, walking down the hill into Liverpool. And isn’t it just glorious?

Leece Street Post Office and the Roscoe Head.

Leece Street Post Office and the Roscoe Head.

Looking temporarily exposed while there’s all that building work going on around them.

Into Bold Street.

Into Bold Street.

Where every building is different.

Where every building is different.

And they all add up to one of our greatest beauties.

And they all add up to one of our greatest beauties.

Around into Newington.

Around into Newington.

Where spring is sprouting from the domes of Grand Central Hall over there. That roof really does need some of the careful attention that I was told it would be getting a couple of years back.

Here we are then, top floor of here, The Egg.

Here we are then, top floor of here, The Egg.

I’ve been coming to The Egg for decades now. Since I had a day job, back in the 1980s (when I think it was just the same but called something else?). I’d even come and review its art shows during my years writing for what’s now Big Issue North.

I love its cosy sunny room, high above the streets and the railway lines. And its unhurried feel of a place where you can sit and talk for hours. As I’m just about to.Walking to The Egg - 43 Walking to The Egg - 44

Up and up the winding stairs.

Up and up the winding stairs.

And my friend Jen has already arrived. Over there in the corner.

And my friend Jen has already arrived. Over there in the corner.

We talk for hours.

We talk for hours.

Jen here  is Jennifer Graham, and we’ve already done some work together with the Beautiful Ideas Company in North Liverpool. She’s part of Ethos, the magazine whose debates you’ve heard about on here before, and will be writing their weekly newsletter. We’ll also be doing  more work together too, which is what we got together to talk about.

Over several sunny hours.

Over several sunny hours.

Thanks Egg and thanks Jen. A pleasure to spend time together making up ideas.

It might be work but it doesn’t feel like it. That would be in my heaven too.

 

6 thoughts on “Walking to The Egg

  1. lindsay53

    Those crocus are truly stunning and would have brought tears to my eyes too! Wonderful planting! Lovely to have those public parks to enjoy. Thanks for showing them to us, Ronnie at all times of the year.

    Reply

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