Cathy’s Walk

dsc06588Commenting on the first of this week’s Cornwall blog posts, our friend Cathy Alderson had this to say:

“My family are all living down there and our treat is to walk from St Uny church to St Ives, stopping at the Carbis Bay hotel for coffee en route. It’s got us through some horrendous times and should be on the NHS!”

Well, what else could we do in response to such a recommendation but go on Cathy’s walk while we’re still down here.

This morning the sun has returned after a couple of grey days.
This morning the sun has returned to St Ives after a couple of grey days.

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And we're off on the 17A to Lelant, to do the walk in the same direction as Cathy and her family would do it.
And we’re off on the 17A to Lelant, to do the walk back to St Ives in the same direction as Cathy and her family would do it.

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In Liverpool: Late summer walking

DSC05691As August draws to a sunny close I spend the day on a slow circular walk to the river and home again. If you’ve been reading the blog for a long time now you’ll have been on this walk with me before. But a walk is never the same twice. Things change as well as the seasons, so let’s go.

Down the far end of Penny Lane.
Down the far end of Penny Lane.
Beatles tourists being told Beatles stories by the Penny Lane sign.
Beatles tourists being told Beatles stories by the Penny Lane sign.

I know most of the stories too and I nearly started a Beatles business once. I’m really glad I didn’t as their music is once again brightening my life with its fresh beauty. Continue reading “In Liverpool: Late summer walking”

Perfect

Some things are just perfect aren’t they? Not in a showy kind of way. But just perfectly done or perfect in their very nature.DSC02157Let’s start with perfectly done. The latest 3 of our Community Land Trust Houses to be finished in Granby 4 Streets.

Perfect.
Perfect.

It would be fair to say more than a few of us have poured our hearts and souls into recovering and restoring these long empty houses.

And now they're ready.
And now they’re ready.
Ready to be homes again.
Ready to be homes again.

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The Big Circle

As the rain was pouring down from a leaden sky today, Sarah made a special request that we have a day out in the countryside. Somewhere not very far away…

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Today, at my suggestion, we went to Rivington, to find the terraced gardens. I had never heard of this place until very recently when someone sent me a photo of some monkey puzzle trees there, which are featured on my Monkey Map blog – here. Named as one of Britain’s Best Lost Gardens in 2014 (by Countryfile), they were financed by Lord Leverhulme, founder of Lever Brothers, and begun in 1900. I was intrigued. So off we went. In the rain.

We arrived at the car park, as directed from the Rivington Trust website. Only to find no evidence of any signs or directions to the gardens. Ronnie asks a friendly local who says they are ‘just over there’, along the footpath. We set off, constantly being reminded that we are on land that is owned by United Utilities, which of course immediately sets the tone for our conversation which starts with, ‘How can you sell the rain?’ Continue reading “The Big Circle”

Breathing Free: On the Shining Shore

After Saturday’s revealing walk around the poor selection of breathing spaces in Liverpool City Centre, on Sunday we headed across the river to one of our favourite places for walking, sitting and just being, Wirral’s Shining Shore around Thurstaston. So as the working week here in the city gets underway, here’s how things are just a few miles away, where springtime is starting.

Setting off inland from where the railway station used to be.
Setting off inland from where the railway station used to be.
Leucojeum, or Summer Snowdrop.
Leucojum, or Summer Snowdrop.
Hawthorn coming into leaf.
Hawthorn coming into leaf.

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Wandering About: Liverpool 8

Aimlessly2 - 45Two in the end dry days on the run? Sky maybe not broken then? I set off with my camera for another wander around. No random bus to North Liverpool this time, in fact Sarah gives me a lift into town, where Dig Vinyl in Bold Street is seriously investigated.

After which I have a cup of tea in Soul Café.
After which I have a cup of tea in Soul Café.

Not one of Bold Street’s more celebrated independents, perhaps, but much liked by me anyway.

Emerging from there about 3pm to find perfect afternoon light.
Emerging from there about 3pm to find perfect afternoon light.

When I used to make films this late afternoon light where the descending sun shines brightly behind you was always perfect for filming outdoor scenes and places. You’d  only get an hour or so of it before dusk would set. So every moment would be valuable.

Let's go then. The sun beginning to set over Chinatown, decorations from New Year still up.
Let’s go then. The sun beginning to set over Chinatown, decorations from New Year still up.

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Springwatch in Stanley Park

Stanley Park - 29Walking in the park on an early spring morning

A few weeks ago I had a walk round Stanley Park with my friend Rachael O’Byrne one winter’s morning. Well today we walked there again, with some other friends, because spring is on its way and we’re going to watch it carefully as it turns up in our lovely Stanley Park.

A cold bright morning turning off Priory Road into the park.
A cold bright morning turning off Priory Road into the park.
Walking across...
Walking across…
To the other side.
To the other side.
We met at the Isla Gladstone.
We met at the Isla Gladstone.
And set off walking. Jan, Rachael, Ros, Pat and me.
And set off walking. Jan, Rachael, Ros, Pat and me.

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Stanley Park: A Liverpool Treasure

Stanley Park - 1I’ve walked through Stanley Park occasionally on this blog when I’ve been doing one of my general inspections of Liverpool but I’ve never stayed long enough to write a whole post about the place. In the bright winter sunshine of yesterday I decided to put that right.

I was born just along there by Everton's ground.
I was born just along there by Everton’s ground.
So Stanly Park was the first park I was ever brought to.
So Stanley Park was the first park I was ever brought to.

Later on I’d also walk across it frequently when, as a 12 year old, I began regularly going to Liverpool FC matches, usually on my own (it was a different world then). Continue reading “Stanley Park: A Liverpool Treasure”