The Far End of Queen’s Drive

In all the lockdown shrinking of our worlds this year I nearly forgot to go and look at what happens to the far end as every autumn begins. This is the far end of Queen’s Drive, Liverpool’s major ring road. It starts all the way round the city in Bootle and for most of its […]

Home Life During a Pandemic

2nd May – Week 6 Sarah’s not here with me this morning as I begin the writing of this sixth lockdown letter from home. And that’s because even though it’s a Saturday she’s at a funeral, and will be at another tomorrow, another on Monday, and on they go. Busier than she’s ever been, along […]

Walking to Work: now work's not the main priority

My PhD work is about utopia and its related concepts. One of which, a dystopian time of unknown duration has now begun, and so can’t go without mention here in what might well end up being field notes for an eventual thesis. Written from within what might turn out to be the long now of […]

Thinking of Other People

As I get older I worry sometimes about turning into a small-minded self-obsessed miserable old git, who moans all the time about the good old days and picks fault with everything around him. I’ve seen it happen and thought it might be happening to me when, a few weeks ago, I started taking photographs of […]

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 […]