I’ve done this walk loads of times, at times it’s even been a run, but believing that you never step in the same river twice I also believe you never quite do the same walk twice. So here it is again.

Leaving home in Wavertree, along Penny Lane and Ibbotson’s Lane, down to Aigburth Vale, through the subway and Otterspool is here.

I’m a big fan of the middle of autumn afternoons. Long past the brief brightness of the mornings but not dark yet, and also not yet that cold and misty it might get in a few weeks. Though I’ll like that too when it arrives.

The path through here was once the course of a now culverted river, the Osklesbrook, and still has the feel and the flow of a river to me.

Especially where it flows under the Liverpool to Hunts Cross railway line.

And this is new, or maybe it’s the renewal of something old, but for now it’s the pool in Otterspool.

And along its bank there are wildflowers, still flourishing in autumn. The gifts of the Scouse Flowerhouse, @scouseflowers, perhaps?

Along past the skateboard bowl, full of the excited young on this Sunday afternoon, then up onto the top of what used to be where the Mersey Tunnel is now.

A width of grass here covering the rocks tunnelled out from under the Mersey in the late 1920s to early 30s when the Tunnel was built. Used to make this Otterspool Promenade.

Down by the river, the turning point of this walk. Turning right to walk along for a while. By the side of a quickly moving ebb tide.

Turning right again into what used to be the Garden Festival back in 1984. And is now a part-park part-delayed-development place of mixed feelings, but not today. Today I’m content to walk through it.

Acr0ss the road from the sort-of-a-park there’s a sign I’d never noticed before, pointing back at something that’s not there any more.

And close by it, near to St Michael’s railway station, the only still surviving in public example of the Garden Festival logo.

I take this photograph every time I pass by, knowing that one of these days when I pass it by it won’t be there.

Then I walk carefully through the Covid street architecture of Lark Lane, to back home in Wavertree. Knowing that next time I do this Otterspool Walk, as I call it, it will be different again to how it was on this lovely autumn afternoon in 2020. Because you never do the same walk twice, do you?

Published by Ronnie

Writing about life, Liverpool and anything else that interests me. As well as working with others to make the world a fairer and kinder place: http://asenseofplace.com.

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  1. A beautiful read. I will do this walk today with my partner and our puppy after accidentally stumbling across this gorgeous piece of writing x

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