A long walk on a Sunday morning with an Echo & the Bunnymen song running round my head. I never did know what most of the song was going on about except for the title and my abiding belief that they were talking about the North of England. Perhaps even this corner of the North of England, this Sefton Park? Because it was surely heavenly this morning, walking round in the falling autumn, reading a while on the wall, between Lark Lane and Lodge Lane, where I’ve so often sat reading these past forty years or so. Then walking some more.
I was already humming the song when I noticed the two little children being carried on their parents’ shoulders:
“Heaven up here,” I thought, “it’s heaven up here.”
Some days life’s a walk in the park.
