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In the neighbourhood: Mossley Hill and Aigburth, Part 2

Continuing this week’s walk through the southern suburbs of Liverpool, culminating in a major surprise that would have changed South Liverpool forever.

I paused the story of this week’s walk here at Kelton House.

The 'mother and baby home' that's still standing.

The ‘mother and baby home’ that’s still standing.

Thank you for the contacts about this through Twitter. Including from someone who was born here in 1967 and adopted the following year without ever being told about it by his adoptive parents. Secrets on secrets.

So, walking on now, downhill towards the river, arriving at another Victorian Merchant’s house.

'Crofton' - the Lodge first.

‘Crofton’ – the Lodge first.

Just next to the main house. Derelict when I last passed, a few years ago.

Just next to the main house. Derelict when I last passed, a few years ago.

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In the neighbourhood: Mossley Hill and Aigburth, Part 1

A bright short day in December, following my feet from home to the river along roads I don’t usually follow. Coming by surprise to somewhere that was the hidden birthplace of many, and I’d thought was long gone.

You know the way it is, even us habitual wanderers have our well worn pathways we inhabit without thinking. Here to the river? Down the hill, across the park, round the lake, through Otterspool. I can run it in 25 minutes. There.

Well today I did it differently. Along Allerton Road first, familiar enough.

Then turning right into Rose Lane, Mossley Hill.

Then turning right into Rose Lane, Mossley Hill.

Coming soon to Harper's Dairy.

Coming soon to Harper’s Dairy.

Not a dairy any more, but you can almost hear the cows.

Not a dairy any more, but you can almost hear the cows.

Long time blog readers may recall Duncan Scott’s splendid talk about Liverpool’s Cow Houses at ‘Mr Seel’s Garden’ earlier this year. Well here is one. A dairy on an urban street. At their height there were 900 of these in Liverpool. We’re not that far away from our semi-rural past. Continue reading