A work meeting for 11:30 in the morning is called off because someone’s sick (get well soon Ann Marie x). So what to do? Shall I fill in the time before my next appointment at 2 in the afternoon with other work or shall I go for a walk in the early spring sunshine? Easy choice, I put my boots on and set off.
So I walk in that general direction, with detours.
Days and sudden spare time like this don’t occur so often that they can be ignored. Living, as I still do, with the attitude of what would I choose to do if I had a year left to live? For all of 2014 I wrote a series of blog posts about this and it quietly changed my life. Read my main conclusions here if you like.
So the judging panel have met and the awards are made. In some strange and convoluted ways, as you’re about to find out. But this is Liverpool. We do things in our own way here.
A panel of ten, selected by the random chance of who felt like turning up on a brightly cold night. Still, as many people as no doubt pick many another Booker, Oscar and what have you award. We set to work, not so much looking for winners as to glory in shining our mutual lights on places some of us might have overlooked or forgotten in the place we all so love.
Best place in Liverpool
Granby 4 Streets, Eldon Grove, Homebaked, Top of the hill in Everton, Plot 44 – Sarah’s allotment, Hope Street, the Palm House, Sefton Park, Lark Lane, the bombed out church, Lime Street vista especially the new steps, Fairy Glen in Sefton Park, Albert Dock padlocks, tunnel in St James gardens. Continue reading “Celebrating our place: The Liverpool Awards”