Since resuming my interrupted practice of walking around Liverpool last weekend, published on here as two linked posts called ‘Emerging from Winter’ I’ve continued to walk. Back into Winter as it’s turned out, but into the gathering light of what feels like brighter days to come. The brighter days of soon coming spring time of course and, well, brighter days.
Like the days of good light these have been this week. Good, sharp, clear days to look up into and walk around in thinking about what’s next? What new things will get made up soon, what ideas are yet to be thought of, yet to be walked into being?
Walking down into town, now the darkest days of winter have been packed away, to see how everywhere’s doing. Pleased as ever to walk down Bold Street and along Hanover Street towards the river. Noticing new things happening and an old friend having an interesting time, as people say. The old friend being Bold Street Coffee, so essential a part of the top end of the street’s renaissance these past few years and now operating as a guest in two new venues:
40 Slater Street.
Mon – Fri: 9am – 3pm.
Saturday: 11am – 3pm.
Sunday: 11am – 3pm.
2 Castle Street.
Mon – Fri: 7:30am – 3:30pm.
Saturday: 8:30am – 3:30pm.
Sunday: 9am – 3:30pm
Both of which I’m glad about and a friend I have already been to visit at The Merchant round in Slater Street. But Bold Street, for the moment, without Bold Street Coffee isn’t quite right. So back open soon, let’s hope?
Places matter, especially the ones we come to inhabit over time. The places that colour in our lives with the people we might meet in them, the books we might start there, the writing that might get done, and the quiet waiting times there that are always worth the waiting.
‘There are places I’ll remember all my life…’
Down to The Baltic to meet friends I work with, stopping on the way into Northern Lights to photograph how it’s now looking. Shining, angular, intriguing.
Well done Jason Hollis for this. Watching you over the winter weeks it took to do, painting the whole wall black first, then seeing your design gradually emerge as you worked, making me realise as clearly as ever there’s nothing namby-pamby about being a working artist. It’s tough, physical and it makes a big part of the difference between our places being ordinary and special.
Closer to home I’ve been in The Mystery too.
A small group of us are in the venue finding and making it up stage of The Mystery Literary Festival now. The bit where it goes from an idea to a thing. It’ll be a thing very soon now with more to say about itself.
Today’s walking went all the way to Calderstones, with family company.
In the park with Theo, Finn and their mother Clare, the day’s snow beginning to fall.
Walking home with smaller hands in mine. Happy to be held, happy to be walking, walking into the light.