Now the heat of high summer has gently cooled these are perfect days for me, walking in early Autumn.
One of the best views in Liverpool. From The Florrie, across the river to New Ferry, then across Wirral and the Dee to the hills of Wales. Beautiful.
Art in Liverpool.com have this to say about it all:
“It is the second landmark cultural offering from the beloved South Liverpool venue since Anne Lundon took over as CEO earlier this year. The first, Jimmy Cauty’s “ADP Riot Tour” saw over 3000 people visit the Florrie whilst it was on tour. Anne said: “I’m overjoyed to host another prestigious and unique exhibition, Jamie Reid is an absolute gem. The Florrie brings back punk! This is a real coup and what’s more, it’s free!
Anne concluded with “The fact that both Jimmy and Jamie chose The Florrie to bring art to the heart of the community speaks volumes. We all love the community, what it represents today, and what it could be if we use art to change it”.
Jamie Reid’s ‘Casting Seeds’ luaunched at The Florence Institute, 377 Mill Street, Liverpool L8 4RF on 9th September and runs until 18 October 2016 Open 10-8, Mon-Sat”
From The Florrie I take the reasonably short walk to Red Brick Vintage in Cain’s, where I’m looking for a bookcase.
Thanks all at Red Brick.
The next day I’m meeting a friend I’ve never met to take her for a walk around some of my favourite Liverpool places.
My friend is Liverpool born author Linda Grant. We’ve conversed fairly regularly on Twitter over the past couple of years, and I’ve even done one of my walks with a couple of Linda’s relatives, but this is our first real meeting. Linda’s in Liverpool for a couple of days with her oldest friend Sara. They went to Belvedere School together, but actually met even earlier, at three years of age.
And of course I tell them the story of what the community of my friends have achieved here over these many years.
Then we get the 27 bus around the city to Anfield and Everton and they get another story. One that weaves in the possible beginnings of Coming Home now too.
They both have Shankly pies and pronounce them the best they’ve ever tasted.
After which they walk off for a nostalgic look at the old school, and I go home.
The next day, Friday, is busy with work, then Saturday is busy with rain. But Sarah Horton and I get out anyway to see The Beatles. “Eight Days a Week” is such a joyous thing that we emerge from FACT and walk along Bold Street with aching cheeks from smiling so much for so long. We’d forgotten how much they liked each other and how they’d coloured in our world with their humour and music. A particular highlight for me was to see our Paul and our John singing together. So beautifully and so instinctively at the same mic. You forget it was all so simple.
By Sunday it’s the second day of October and gorgeous. So we gather up some food and spend a sunny afternoon at Sarah’s allotment.
Big congratulations Baltic Bakehouse for a particularly splendid Baltic Wild loaf.
I love the Autumn. And even though there will be happily busy days now as Coming Home gets going, there will always be time to walk around, and get the bus around, and enjoy Liverpool in all its gentle glory.