Snowdrops by the Cathedral

dsc08139The dark days of December and January end and February comes in, at least for today, warm and sunny. On my way into work, at Coming Home in Hope Street, I get off the bus a couple of stops early. There’s something special I want to see.

I walk along Huskisson Street behind the Magical Mystery Tour bus.

I walk along Huskisson Street behind the Magical Mystery Tour bus.

Past Percy Street. St Bride's there in the sunshine.

Past Percy Street. St Bride’s there in the sunshine.

Closer to the Cathedral.

Closer to the Cathedral.

dsc08107 dsc08108I’m not going in there just yet though.

There's somewhere else I want to go first.

There’s somewhere else I want to go first.

In through this grand gate to St James' Garden.

In through this grand gate to St James’ Garden.

I hadn't know whether they's be quite out yet. But here they are.

I hadn’t know whether they’d be quite out yet. But here they are.

The snowdrops.

The snowdrops.

All up the hillside.

All up the hillside.

Thousands of them.

Thousands of them.

So small.

So small.

So perfect.

So perfect.

So here.

So here.

Also here at the end of Huskisson Street is

Also here at the end of Huskisson Street is the Huskisson Monument.

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To William Huskisson, once MP for Liverpool. He’s buried here but his statue, once here, is now in Liverpool Museum.

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And the garden's spring.

And the garden’s spring, Liverpool’s only remaining running spring.

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What a place.

What a place.

It's been several things.

It’s been several things.

Liverpool’s first public park, a quarry, for a while Liverpool’s main cemetery and now back to being a public garden.

I always think of it as the garden at the Cathedral, and that obviously does add to its beauty. But It’s not part of or run by the Cathedral, it’s a public park.

A sacred place.

A sacred place.

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A place of quiet beauty, with snowdrops.

A place of quiet beauty, with snowdrops.

Loads of them.

Loads of them.

The glory of the day, the promise of spring.

The glory of the day, the promise of spring.

Here by the Cathedral.

Here by the Cathedral.

Come soon if you can, to visit them.

Come soon if you can, to visit them.

Here in this special place.

Here in this special place.

St James' Gardens.

St James’ Gardens.

By the great Cathedral.

By the great Cathedral.

And just outside the main doors, something I’ve never noticed before, but must have passed a thousand times.

The grave of Giles Gilbert-Scott and his wife

The grave of Giles Gilbert-Scott and his wife Louise.

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Giles Gilbert-Scott was the Cathedral’s architect. He won a competition to design it when he was only 23 and died 18 years before his great work was completed. But is fondly remembered here, particularly for sleeping in the Cathedral during the most dangerous nights of World War II, to keep it safe in case it got bombed. It didn’t, just some glass was shattered one night.

Into the Cathedral then.

Into the Cathedral then.

My favourite building.

My favourite building.

My sacred place.

My sacred place.

Happy though, I feel sure, to share the glory of the day with the snowdrops outside in the garden.

Much more about the the Cathedral in ‘The Building of Liverpool Cathedral’ by Peter Kennerley. Available from the Cathedral shop.

7 thoughts on “Snowdrops by the Cathedral

  1. Pauline Yau.

    Thank you for your lovely walk! This is my favourite for sure! The Cathedral walk, the snowdrops, memories of our Christmas Carol services and Harvest Festivals etc. come to mind. So fortunate our school was just across the road. Thank you also for all you post. Most enjoyable. xx

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