On Boxing Day Afternoon

I like these two days. Even though Sarah and I don’t do Christmas we don’t usually do anything else particularly special. Unless you count living quietly together, reading novels and doing nothing at all that looks like work. Which we definitely do count. So these are days with space. To do the things we might …

Dreaming Like Praying: At the turning of the year

It’s a great big field on a great big hill very close to where we live, and it’s great for sunsets. Especially now the year’s turning. On this day before the shortest day, late on a Sunday afternoon, it’s time for a walk to the park we all call The Mystery round here. For some …

Sarah Horton’s ‘Mystery Jam’

We’d both noticed that the brambly hedgerows near us were heaving with blackberries almost ready to be picked, and so yesterday evening we walked over to The Mystery to pick some, not sure if there’d be enough of them ready for jam yet. Fifteen hours later the Mystery Jam was being poured into its waiting …

“ReLoved” on Wavertree High Street

You know the way it is. All the way through lockdown I’ve been storing up the books I’d finished reading with nowhere to take them as all the local charity shops were shut. But hearing a new one had just opened on the High Street I trundled off across the Mystery with a trolley full …

The Outside Edge of The Mystery

All parks contain pathways that are not marked out or even maintained. They’re the desire lines trodden out by our feet. And there’s a long sequence of these paths round the outside edge of our local park here in Wavertree. Called ‘The Mystery’ by all of us, for reasons that need not detain today’s walk. …

Love Wavertree: I Do

The way it started was this. A few months ago a journalist arrived in a taxi from Lime Street. Whoever it was didn’t have much time to get back to London so they knocked off an over-hasty article which gave the impression that Wavertree wasn’t much of a place to live, for various reasons. One …