All through the long lockdowns of this last year this has been my secondary walk. Wider and longer than what got called my ‘permitted daily exercise’ early on in the pandemic. This one a circular walk of eight miles or so, done in all seasons, mostly alone and with only occasional and distanced company. Down through the parks from home in Wavertree to the river, along the Liverpool bank looking across at Birkenhead, up through St Michael’s and Lark Lane, then back across Sefton Park to the allotment and home. A proper walk and constantly good for me, mentally, physically, emotionally.
Yesterday, a Sunday, I did the walk again. In high springtime at the end of May, and in a city beginning to breathe again. This has been so hard.
This is Liverpool, coming alive again.