LISCARD. Faces In The Park.

I’ve a couple of routes to chose from on my wanderings across the Wirral, the thumb like area that faces Liverpool on the one side and North Wales on the other.
I’ve a couple of routes to chose from on my wanderings across the Wirral, the thumb like area that faces Liverpool on the one side and North Wales on the other.
One of the things I like to discover on my wanderings are the old, painted wall advertisements.
As you head out of Birkenhead towards Bidston and the road starts to climb, a short way down to your left you will find Flaybrick Memorial gardens, formerly Flaybrick Cemetery.
Every once in a while a shot comes along that is just so right only a fool would walk by and not get the camera out and push the shutter button. This is one such image.
I’m sat in my little spare bedroom of an office watching the rain hammer down outside, which is I suppose preferable to being out in it. Even without the current sadnesses and difficulties, this is a part of the year that always drags for me. Daylight is still on the scarce side and the weather is as unpredictable as a half starved Bugblatter Beast from Traal ( yes it’s the kind of weather where a Hoopy Frood needs to know where his towel is #HGTTG )
Due to present circumstances like many people I’m not doing any travelling, well not in the physical sense. I am though getting out and about through my photo files. Editing them is an ongoing task but the upside is that I often come across the forgotten gems, the shots that have been lost for a while in the undercurrents and eddies while the new images flow past.