On never giving up

There was a surprise tulip waiting for me when I arrived at the allotment for PhD writing this morning. Though Sarah and I had planted two hundred bulbs around the place and been expecting them to all be brightening our springtime by now, we’ve been quite disappointed so far. Hence my surprise this morning at …

The Bridge

Three weeks after we walked to West Bank in Widnes and under the Runcorn Bridges we came back, yesterday, to walk up and across the road bridge. The first time either of us have ever done so. You’ve always been able to walk across the bridge, but in all the decades when the bridge was …

Bleak: At the crossroads

I’m standing at the crossroadsBelieve I’m sinking downRobert Johnson The first of a linked pair of crossroads stories. In ancient blues mythology the crossroads would be where the down on their luck likes of Robert Johnson would go to make a deal with the devil, in exchange for their souls. But though I looked for …

On the Garston Shore

This was a cold Easter Monday afternoon walking somewhere Sarah had discovered on her bike a few weeks ago. Or rediscovered really as it’s somewhere we’d come and walk years ago, many years now. Long before it had a sign up and a map announcing itself, back when it was only leftover land where Liverpool …

Walking Through Time: Liverpool’s South Docks

Over these quiet couple of weeks that happen at the end of years, even this one, my friend Abi and I have been walking through the history of Liverpool. Partly to gather ideas and perspectives for her history chapter in the Liverpool PhD she’s writing. But also because why wouldn’t we? The history of here …