The Telephone Box, not the time travelling blue one but the everyday, sometimes slightly smelly, red one. Once a feature on every street corner, they are now disappearing at a faster and faster rate, their purpose in life falling victim to the now ubiquitous mobile.
A bus ride I enjoy is out under the Mersey and onward through Birkenhead and on to New Brighton. Sometimes if the weather is decent I break the journey at Liscard for a walk around Central Park
It’s been an odd week, nothing drastic or bad, just oddly uncooperative, like trying to run up the down escalator. It’s possible but tricky and time consuming. Anyway rather than bounce around the house like a grumpy ping pong ball I have come out and onto the Wirral, over the water from Liverpool. It’s not a long journey but long enough to relax and watch the world go by. First […]
Good morning to you all from the Merseyrail platform at Liverpool Lime Street. I’m on my way to Chester to see how far the rebuilding of the new market hall is progressing. Obviously this may involve coffee and cake so watch this space. This isn’t the quickest route for me to get to Chester but it’s an interesting one, going under the Mersey and out down the Wirral. There’s sections […]
The Autumn is beginning to creep up, the day’s are beginning to shorten, slice by wafer thin slice.
Woodside landing stage and the Pier Head facing one another across the Mersey.
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