Guess where I am? The picture obviously gives it away!
Yes, Liverpool, the home of the Beatles, probably the most famous pop group of all time.
A chilly wind blew in off the Irish Sea as I left the train at Liverpool lime Street and walked past the Albert Dock down to the Youth Hostel to begin my two week sentence!!!
No, only joking! This great City is going through a major change from a depressed, Northern British City to a major tourist attraction, and it is a pleasure to be here. Liverpool is similar in many ways to my own beloved Newcastle. In fact, both cities have many similarities. Both were major ports and centres of Shipbuilding, with Cammell Laird, being Liverpool’s main yard. Like my home, Liverpool was the victim of Mrs Thatcher’s war on the working class in general and the North of England and South Wales in particular.
How is Hell, Mrs Thatcher?
Oops, I’ve let my politics bubble up for a second…. Sorry; but please allow me one little dig, to make up for the years of having our face rubbed in it by her and her city boys. I’m sure she wasn’t far away from using the army, but even her spineless cabinet wouldn’t have let her do that.
Fortunately I have found a Pret à Manger, here! Those who know me will chuckle at this because I am always singing their praises, mainly for the friendly staff and ability to sell filter coffee at 99p per cup! If one adds free wifi to that it is a perfect recipe for keeping out of the Liverpool rain and waxing lyrical for you, dear reader!
So over the next few weeks I will be familiarising myself with this fair city and reporting back to you! Actually it is part of my own ‘Magical mystery tour’ as I will be moving onto Manchester afterwards for a further two weeks.
Winter has yet to show her teeth thus far. Surely it is only a matter of time? This Viking Queen carries on her travelling, finding serendipity around every corner, so it seems. I have met so many lovely folk since being back in the UK, but also sadness with the ending of other friendships. I wonder about the nature of pride and how destructive it can be… From Mrs Thatcher to those closer. Thankfully, common sense usually holds sway and most folk are able to laugh at their own absurdity, particularly those who have had to struggle for their freedom, and have become true adults. Some, have much to learn about humility and respect.
Bless you one and all.