Walking Home From New Brighton

A Friday Walk where I walk on water to get home to Liverpool? Well, let’s see. First I need to get to New Brighton. So I walk round into Croshall Street and get the next one. It goes through the ‘new’ tunnel – as I’m clearly always going to call it – and soon arrives at my […]

Remembering the Garden Festival

Another guest post with newly discovered photographs today from John Viggars.This time John takes on a subject that, even thirty years after the fact, can still cause arguments when two or more Liverpudlians are gathered together. It’s the early 1980s. We’ve had riots, mass unemployment, factories closing down by the day, you’ve seen how it is […]

‘I was there’ – My time on the Docks, Part 2

The second guest post from blog reader John Viggars today. A few weeks ago when photographer Tricia Porter graciously let me publish her 1970s ‘South Docks’ collection on here, one of the first comments on Twitter came from regular blog reader John Viggars who immediately said that most magical of all historical story phrases ‘I was there.’ He […]

When the South Docks were dying

I am fascinated by Liverpool’s docks. As well I might be, since there would be no Liverpool without them. The idea of a commercial wet dock controlled by floodgates was invented here in 1715 after all, and all of our subsequent prosperity, for good and ill, flowed from that. As a boy, growing up in […]

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. Thank you for the contacts about this through Twitter. Including from someone who was born here in 1967 and adopted the […]