Category Archives: Bus journeys

The Blackburn Rovers: Walking to Leeds, Section 7

Only six days after our last canal walk we set off to walk from Top Lock to Blackburn, the Blackburn Rovers, as we’re calling ourselves for today. Let’s go.

First we drive to Blackburn.

Where we will, eventually, end today’s walk.

We get the bus back to where we finished last week.

And a bus ride later here we are.

Back at lovely Top Lock.

Beginning a walk that will stretch us both, more than a little. Continue reading

Walking Free: Liverpool

Walking free
In the centre of my city
On such a sunny day
In such an awful week
Is not to be taken lightly or for granted.

The freedom to get the bus to town
To buy my lunch
And find a quiet place to eat it
Getting lost in a wonderful book while I do
Not to be taken lightly or for granted at all.

Buying a long awaited new record
The day it comes out
Then riding home upstairs on the bus
Free to be full of opinions about all I then see
On such a sunny day
In such an awful week
Is not to be taken lightly or for granted
Not to be taken lightly or for granted at all.

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Walking Home: A meditation

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In a troubled world the freedom to walk home & know it will be there is not to be taken lightly.

It will soon be Christmas Day and many people are thinking of home. Walking home, sailing home, even flying home. Getting home come what may. So I’d already decided that for my Sunday walk this week I’d get on a random bus, get off miles away from here and then walk home. Simple and always a joy to do.

Then just as I’m about to walk round to the bus stop Cerys Matthews plays a song on her BBC6 programme that’s so beautiful it stays with me all day on my walk. It’s called ‘Bound for Lampedusa’ by The Gentle Good and is about being driven out of your home and setting off for a new one you may never find. It’s for everyone waiting to walk out of Aleppo into uncertainty, through the meltdown of human decency and kindness that is Syria this Christmas. Maybe you’d like to listen to the song as you read the rest of this walking meditation about home: Continue reading

Walking in Liverpool: Early Autumn

Now the heat of high summer has gently cooled these are perfect days for me, walking in early Autumn.

Walking down to The Florrie.

Walking down to The Florrie.

One of the best views in Liverpool. From The Florrie, across the river to New Ferry, then across Wirral and the Dee to the hills of Wales. Beautiful.

And inside The Florrie?

And inside The Florrie?

There's a Jamie Reid exhibition on.

There’s a Jamie Reid exhibition on.

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The Small Matter of Democracy

DSC04262It’s been a confusing week in politics. The Referendum and its European aftermath that I’ve already written about on here. Followed by the spectacle of our two main political parties choosing consecutive days to appear to tear themselves apart. No one I know was very surprised to see the Tories behaving so badly, but when the majority of the Parliamentary Labour Party decided to turn on their own recently elected leader I was, to put it mildly, disappointed.

But we’ll come back to that after a bus ride to town.

Upstairs on the 80A.

Upstairs on the 80A.

A day of sunshine and showers.

A day of sunshine and showers.

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One Day in Liverpool

DSC02490 (1)Knowing this was likely to be an interestingly varied Wednesday, I decided I’d photograph my way around Liverpool and record what happened and who I met,  on one day late in April in 2016.

Cold but sunny, so I decide to walk to my first meeting.

Cold but sunny, so I decide to walk to my first meeting.

All of us are feeling emotionally fragile, I'll find as I travel round the city.

All of us are feeling emotionally fragile, I’ll find as I travel round the city.

The previous day, after a 27 year wait, we’ve had the findings of the Hillsborough Inquests into the deaths of the 96. And through the day we’ll all talk about how tense we felt, how the whole city seemed to hold its breath waiting for the judgements. Continue reading

Wandering About: Walton and Orrell Park

Though fairly soulfully, obviously.

Though fairly soulfully, obviously.

When I left the house for a Friday Walk on an actual Friday I had, as so often, no idea where I was going. But walking round the corner I had an idea.

The weather was dreich, to use a lovely Scottish word. Cold, rainy, overcast and dull. Kind of like I was in a cloud. So my idea was to get on the first bus that came, then get off it when the rain stopped or when it reached its terminus, whichever was the sooner.

The first bus when it came was a 68, which I’ve already been on several times this week. But rules are rules even if I’ve only just made them up, so I got on.

Then in Priory Road Anfield the sun came out.

Then in Priory Road Anfield the sun came out.

So I got off.

So I got off.

'Oh no it's Groundhog Day' regular readers might be thinking.

‘Oh no it’s Groundhog Day’ regular readers might be thinking.

“He’s going to walk round Stanley Park for the second time this week“.

Actually no. I'm going to turn right instead of left.

Actually no. I’m going to turn right instead of left.

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