Not many words in this one. Just a load of pictures of somewhere wonderful. Somewhere that’s been here in Liverpool for ages, but is now being put to several new uses, with more to come.
But as we’ve been walking and talking, we first need a sit and a drink.
Then it’s time for Red Brick Vintage. Jayne’s visited before, when it hadn’t long been open. But this is my first look. Sixteen weeks it’s been open now, we find, as we get talking to two of the three people who are running the place.
Debs is the third person. Jayne’s met her, but not today.
“We’ve run stalls on markets but getting hold of here is a great opportunity to work in a big space and see what else we can do with it. We’ve got other traders sharing in here with us, some from up in Bold Street. And we also want to evolve the space and see what works. Some events are already running and we’re up for getting to know what’s happening and, particularly, becoming even more of a part in how ground level Liverpool organisations are trading and sharing ideas for the benefit of all of us around Liverpool.”
Music, of course, to my ears.
While they’re showing us round Tom and Jan are continually being called away to help the steady flow of Sunday afternoon customers.
Tom it turns out is Tom Butcher, and his dad Dave was in Shack (one of the very greatest ever Liverpool bands), along with Mick and John Head. I’m pleased to know this and also to hear that Mick is well and healthy after a serious case of rock’n’roll lifestyle blues.
It also turns out Tom grew up partly by Granby, on Princes Avenue. And Jan lived in Granby, in Cairns Street. As if I needed to feel any more at home here!