On Boxing Day Afternoon

I like these two days. Even though Sarah and I don’t do Christmas we don’t usually do anything else particularly special. Unless you count living quietly together, reading novels and doing nothing at all that looks like work. Which we definitely do count. So these are days with space. To do the things we might …

The Far End of Queen’s Drive

In all the lockdown shrinking of our worlds this year I nearly forgot to go and look at what happens to the far end as every autumn begins. This is the far end of Queen’s Drive, Liverpool’s major ring road. It starts all the way round the city in Bootle and for most of its …

On an L8 Day

I was walking along to have a first look at the newly completed Princes Boulevard, though in a roundabout kind of way. With something else to do first on this Liverpool 8 kind of Monday. Walking through the parks to Admiral Street, Windsor Street and past Squash before I arrived at the rooftop where I …

Sarah Horton’s ‘Mystery Jam’

We’d both noticed that the brambly hedgerows near us were heaving with blackberries almost ready to be picked, and so yesterday evening we walked over to The Mystery to pick some, not sure if there’d be enough of them ready for jam yet. Fifteen hours later the Mystery Jam was being poured into its waiting …

A Sense of Belonging

On Friday I walked round my place with a friend for the first time in all these isolated months, and reawakened the intense sense of belonging to here that I’d so missed for most of this year. While we walked and talked and met people by chance along the way I took a few photographs, …

Lovely To See You Again

This was such a lovely day doing things that wouldn’t have felt so extraordinary a few months ago, but now feel like the essence of life. The day began like so many now do at the allotment where my friend Gillian arrived for a visit. I hadn’t seen her since February, though she had sent …