Walking in the City

A conversation with a friend from University, Abi O’Connor Regular readers will know I’ve been walking in the city of Liverpool most of my life. From the tiny boy in Stanley Park to now and writing this love letter of a blog these past nine years. And by ‘the city’ I mean, like I always […]

Restless

A restless Sunday. Traditionally, these days, Sunday is my day of rest. A day for reading things that aren’t academic. But today I’m restless. The news being made up of lies, reactions to lies, and analyses of both, has sent me out walking to avoid any more of it. But still I’m restless. Restless, on […]

On Smithdown: Walking Home

Sometimes you just want to walk. After a day’s thinking, conversation and writing, you just want to walk. It’s dark now, like it’s mostly dark. The street lights not long turned off as I walked into university this morning. And now, I’d guess, they’ve been back on at least a couple of hours. ‘The darkling’ […]

A Day to Myself

A much needed day off, walking round Liverpool remembering a different November.  A day to myself, opening up and slowing down, is a rare and precious thing. It always was but feels particularly so in these time-crowded days of university early mornings and things to do nearly all the time. There are things I could […]

On Smithdown: Off the buses

Since last writing on Monday I’ve walked in all week now and it’s been great. Forty minutes from home at the Penny Lane end then all the way along Smithdown Road’s ups and downs into the university. I got the bus one particularly early cold and wet morning, I’m not stupid, but other than that […]