In fact there’s been a market here since the local monks were granted a Royal Charter to run one in 1286 by King Edward 1. (Who was also known as the ‘Hammer of the Scots’ and he battered the Welsh too. But in between brutalities was obviously keen on a bit of light shopping.) Continue reading “Shambling About Ormskirk”
All my life I have liked spending time on my own. Though I’ve only lived on my own for short periods I did enjoy much of those times, whilst also experiencing some days, evenings and even whole weeks of acute loneliness. Longing for the company of humans I either didn’t know well enough or was too shy to reach out to. So I well know the difference between loneliness and alone.
Yes, for me ‘alone’ is pleasure. ‘Alone’ is time for me. To care only for me, follow my own instincts and the selfish wants of me alone. Time to listen to myself, literally listen. As often when I’m alone I’ll find I’m talking to myself, like I’m doing here. Sat here early on this Saturday evening working out why it is I so like to be alone sometimes and what I like to do when I am.
Well as for ‘why?’ It’s a deep and instinctive need and I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t feel it. Not so much a need to get away from other people as a need to be only with me. Continue reading “Alone”
As Liverpool City does its best to mess up Great Homer Street Market, we visit somewhere not very far away that’s been successfully organising itself around its own street market for nearly 730 years.
About fifteen miles away from home, north of us on the Lancashire plain, is Ormskirk. Our destination for today’s day out, as we continue our regular practices of checking on the well-being of the towns around Liverpool that so enrich our lives, and of course living every day like it matters!
Yes, Sarah’s with me today. I don’t do selfies.