Well the Pier Head’s bigger than it used to be when we’d come here for days out like this in the 1960s (wonderful photograph of exactly how it felt by Joe Neary). Back then the Albert Dock was behind a big wall and went completely unnoticed by me until its renovation in the mid 1980s.
In fact I decide to walk around as if I’m two people. The one who’s lived here forever, and one who’s a tourist on their first visit.
Sometimes the shuffle is forced on people because it’s so crowded. Sometimes it’s suggestive of vaguely disappointed people trying vainly to ‘make a day of it’ until their coach takes them safely away without having been anywhere near a more real Liverpool.
(Yes I know everyone spells it differently now. Well everyone’s wrong.)
When I’d come to the 1960s Pier Head – and we really would make a day of it – one of the definite highlights was the doughnut stall in the old wooden ferry terminal. Maybe it was the sea air or merely the excitement of the day, but no doughnuts ever tasted fresher or sweeter than these. So me and the tourist both approach this attractive van to get one.
Ridiculous as they really are making them here, they’re not pre-packaged.
Though you’ll hardly be surprised to hear that the Liverpool me wouldn’t go on a cruise ship for a big clock.
So then, here is this place 50 years ago. Half recreation, half bus station. Which made sense as back then the ferries were necessity more than amusement.
Next, a friend had told me about this. Much of the stuff we’d thought was here for the ‘Liverpool Loves’ festival a couple of weeks back has been here all summer.
Mind you, at this point my tourist self has probably gone in there for a drink or three. It’s quite a hot afternoon after all.
Delicious it is too. Wouldn’t have been a proper Pier Head holiday without it.
Some Mersey Travel numbskull on Twitter this week said we had to ‘rush’ to book on it as we won’t have it after this year. Why ever not? It looks beautiful and people generally like it, so why get rid. The tourist me is back after his champagne and is slurringly bewildered at such corporate short-sightedness.
Being on holiday and having a camera of my own I spend a while playing around with its exposure settings.
And it is my holiday anyway.
Next the tourist me wants to ‘go over and have a look at Liverpool One?’
At which point our holiday at the 2016 Pier Head comes to an end. Even the Liverpool me enjoyed it, for all the moaning.
And a friend of mine is good with historical photos. So some Pier Head days out from the 1960s are now here, from my friend Angela. Thank you.