The Abbey: At the crossroads

Continuing with what’s turned out to be a day of thinking about crossroads in Wavertree I’ve now spent an hour or so taking photographs of the one around the Picton Clock, a mile or so further out of the city than this morning’s bleak experience at Edge Hill. And we’re not dealing with bleakness at …

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 …

West Bank Widnes & the Runcorn Bridges

It’s been years since we’d done a version of this walk together, seven years we were surprised to find out by looking back on our own blog. But that’s how life goes isn’t it, surprisingly. Anyway today was a sunny but cold Saturday morning when we set off for Pickering’s Pasture, just beyond Halebank on …

The Secret Alley

Do you know about the secret alley, off Smithdown and along the back of Garmoyle? What Lawrence Road turns into one it’s crossed Wellington and stops being a road? Well you do now, and it was looking both beautiful and useful this morning when I walked home along it, from picking up a delivery at …

Thinking Space

Bear with me here but I’d decided today was a thinking day. I’ve not done much in the way of blog posting on here lately as I’ve been off inside my head doing the academic writing that’s taken up nearly all of my January and February. And it’s going very well, or at least I …