Emerging from Winter/Part One

The first of two linked posts, walking round the neighbourhoods where I live. Part Two here.

I haven’t done this for ages. Come out from the house on a bright blue day and let my camera take me for a walk. Making no plans about where I’ll go, I’ll see where my feet and my camera take me.

Across Grant Avenue and into The Mystery first. The great big sloping field close to our house. Emerging from the terraced streets into the open blue sky on a cold late winter’s day. Continue reading “Emerging from Winter/Part One”

The Darkling

dsc07246Out walking this Sunday late in November it feels as if the light of the day is already waning at just after one o’clock. I decide I’ll take some photographs for a blog post called ‘The Darkling.’ My long used phrase for this time of the year where the days are made up of progressively more darkness than light.

Feeling like I'm already walking through the twilight.
Feeling like I’m already walking through the twilight.
The year fading like the last beech leaves on the trees.
The year fading like the last beech leaves on the trees.

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Liverpool Autumnal

A very long circular walk in autumn. Including a great number of beautiful leaves, Boaty MacBoatface being built, finding out the price of a pair of jeans and an update on progress at  The Welsh Streets. Good value I’d say.
dsc06840When I set off walking on this day, the last Sunday in October 2016, I didn’t know exactly where I was going. But I knew it would be a long and autumnal walk.

Round the lake in Greenbank Park.
Round the lake in Greenbank Park.
A gorgeous golden day.
A gorgeous golden day.
Eleanor Rathbone's house finally being worked on.
Eleanor Rathbone’s house finally being worked on.
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Along Greenbank Lane.

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Liverpool: City of Sanctuary

DSC04387Today, Saturday there was a special City of Sanctuary event in Liverpool. I was there all day, live blogging to encourage people to come down. And loads did, For a special and welcoming reason.

“City of Sanctuary is a movement committed to building a culture of hospitality and welcome, especially for refugees seeking sanctuary from war and persecution. Our network of local groups includes boroughs, towns and cities across the UK and Ireland, all committed to building this culture of welcome across every sphere of society.

Wherever refugees go, we want them to feel safe and find people who will welcome them.”

This is what today was about and how it all went: Continue reading “Liverpool: City of Sanctuary”

Eleanor Rathbone and The 1918 Club

Today I had the honour of speaking at The 1918 Club. A lunch club for women set up in 1918 by Eleanor Rathbone and her great friend and companion Elizabeth Macadam, and thought to be the longest established gathering place for women in Liverpool. It was simply wonderful to be there.2I often mention Eleanor Rathbone on this blog and the fact that throughout my life she has been an inspiration to me, never more so than now as a group of us get our latest ‘Coming Home’ social venture going.

The thinking behind The 1918 Club was:

“After the armistice of 1918 the luncheon club idea was developed to preserve many of the friendships made during the war-period and many of the alliances forged through the suffrage campaign, and also to form new contacts amongst professional working women and social welfare workers.”

Up to this point of course clubs had been the preserve of men with women being expected to meet each other at home where they could talk about sewing or church-based activities. So the two suffragists and social activists will have been well aware of the radical nature of what they were up to. Continue reading “Eleanor Rathbone and The 1918 Club”

All in an L8 Day

Remembering Eleanor Rathbone & Jane Jacobs.

One day in Liverpool 8, walking through what the people of the place have done and are doing. And remembering two great women, Eleanor Rathbone and Jane Jacobs.Version 2Eleanor Rathbone you’ll well know about if you’ve been around this blog a while. Liverpool’s greatest suffragette and politician. From our first female City Councillor – for Granby, through votes for women, then as an MP changing all of our lives, our greatest social reformer and well overdue the posthumous Freedom of Liverpool so many of us are determined she should get. So our children and their children will know in whose benign shadow we all walk.

Seventy years dead but celebrated in her Granby this day.

And Jane Jacobs? Born 100 years ago and also celebrated on this one amazing day. We’ll come back to Jane, I am always coming back to Jane.

Early morning in Lodge Lane.
Early morning in Lodge Lane.
Thriving now through the independent efforts of its people.
Thriving now through the independent efforts of its people.

Continue reading “All in an L8 Day”

Around Lark Lane

Always

Thought I’d be working today but, to my own surprise I got something finished a day earlier than expected, so? It’s Friday, the sky is blue, let’s go!

Not a particularly long Friday Walk in terms of miles this one, but it covers nearly 40 years of my life.

Leaving home.
Leaving home.

The terraced house in Wavertree where I’ve lived for 24 years now, the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. On this walk we’ll be seeing where I first lived when I moved to the south of the city in the 1970s.

Down on Smithdown Antwakky's are very proud of their chairs.
Down on Smithdown Antwakki’s are very proud of their chairs.
Under the main London line.
Under the main London line.
Through high summer Greenback Park.
Through high summer Greenbank Park.

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Walking with a camera

Walking with the camera30Walking with a camera is different from just walking. Me and Sarah found this many years ago when we’d run it as an exercise on the ‘Creativity’ courses we’d run back then. People would notice things they might normally miss and find beauty in unexpected places. Well I’ve carried on with this ‘exercise’ until it’s become a natural part of how I live my life. This blog being full of pictures taken as I’m walking around.

This week it’s been different though. For the first time since nearly the beginning of this century the camera in my hand has changed. The weight of it, the feel of it, the capabilities of it – all different and only just starting to be explored. Since my birthday on Tuesday when it arrived it’s actually come out with its much loved predecessor and worked most days. Good pictures in difficult circumstances inside a variety of people’s living rooms. It’s also been out walking though, and that’s what we’re looking at here.

Friday morning, walking out to work.
Friday morning, walking out to work.
Past the Mystery gates
Past the Mystery gates.
And The Brookhouse.
And The Brookhouse.
Along Smithdown, remembering being there with them at the start of Bulky Bob's.
Along Smithdown, remembering being there with them at the start of Bulky Bob’s.

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10k Sunday: A walking version of a run

Noticing the unkempt state of the former Garden Festival site towards the end of this November 2014) walk, you may well be glad to hear the whole site, including the unbuilt housing bit has now been bought from the non-developers by Liverpool City Council (June 2015) with plans to make better use of the place than at any time in the last 30 years. At last.

This is a favourite route of mine as a run. But it’s also a good walk. And since runs are tricky to photograph decently me and my camera set off to walk this particular 10k today. A sunny Sunday and the last day of November.

Along Crawford Avenue.
Along Crawford Avenue.
And up the hill over the railway at Penny Lane.
And up the hill over the railway at Penny Lane.
Down the other side.
Down the other side.
Past one of the two houses round here where the great feminist and politician Eleanor Rathbone used to live.
Past one of the two houses round here where the great feminist and politician Eleanor Rathbone used to live.

It’s now become part of a ‘Spire’ private clinic where, strangely, I was recently given NHS treatment when my left ear went deaf. A bizarre and unsettling experience getting state care in a place full of cosmetic surgery adverts. Continue reading “10k Sunday: A walking version of a run”

On being defined by your place

Long time readers may remember a post from last May called ‘Who are you?’ As well as musing on life and death, as ever, in this post I set myself the task of defining myself in as few words as possible so I could use them on the new business cards I was ordering.

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And here are the cards.
And the words by which I defined myself then.
And the words by which I defined myself then.

Well the cards have just about run out now and in getting ready to order some new ones I’ve been having a look at those words. And they felt limiting.

“Story teller, Historian, Writer, Film maker.”

I do those things (though I’m no longer available to make films for other people). But I also do other things that I write about on this blog and that are described elsewhere on the website. So in retrospect I think the exercise I set myself was too limiting, an attempt to appear to be relatively straightforward. Continue reading “On being defined by your place”