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 …

The Lookout: Exploring Berwick-upon-Tweed

If you’re ever passing through Berwick-upon Tweed, or more especially if you live here, you might like to find The Lookout. It’s where the town’s medieval bridge meets the Berwick side of the River Tweed and it’s a thing of beauty. I would say that as it’s run by a couple of friends of mine, …

Arriving at Burnley: Walking to Leeds Section 9

Resuming our complete walk of the Leeds Liverpool Canal, by the end of this walk we’ll be very conscious that we are now walking through the heartland of the industrial history of the north of England. Burnley, as you’ll see from this post and the next one, is a fantastic place that is a privilege …

Walking to Kensington

A shortish walk on an ordinary day, except there are no ordinary days. So even though it’s grey, a good opportunity to take some photographs of a bit of our city on a Monday in late July 2016. From the long gone days when Georgian Liverpool stretched all the way out to here. Looks much …

Quiet Days in West Cork

Writing this on the Ianrød Eirann train from Kent Station, Cork to Heuston Station in Dublin, after a week of quiet days in West Cork. Well mostly quiet and mostly West Cork, though we began and ended with nights in a hostel in Cork City. Bunk beds and excitable young voices in there, us taking …

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 …