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 …

Seaport: Inside the North Docks

For all of my life I’ve regretted the fact that we couldn’t get to most of our river, the river that caused Liverpool to exist in the first place. So this is a walk into somewhere I can only remember going once before, one docks-quiet Sunday when I was very small. My Dad showing me …

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 …

Nearly done, from Gargrave to Bingley: Section 13

This was lovely. Several days together, walking along our canal again, through the sun and rain and Yorkshire, in perfect peace. To get to here in Bingley Sarah and I have walked a hundred and eleven miles along this canal together, and we’re nearly done. Another sixteen miles will take us all the way into …