thoughts on a life time of being the shy kid
My river. The go-to place for family walks at sunset, the sky stained pink, mad half hours with the dogs racing across the sand.
on being an anglo-irish citizen of nowhere
dancing like the ship's going down, at the Titanic Hotel
Belatedly, here's a post for Jackie of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales 'Echoes of my Neighbourhood' prompt. Last week we had a day trip to Liverpool. It's nearly two hours by train so by the time we arrived at Lime Street Station we didn't want to travel much further. Luckily there's plenty to see … Continue reading Echoes of My Neighbourhood: Liverpool
History is a personal thing. To really understand the history of a place, you can't just read about it, you have to be part of it. Let me explain what I mean. I like the countryside, go for days out in the Yorkshire Dales, the Lake District whenever I can. But it's an alien place. I … Continue reading History is a personal thing
Our latest family outing was to our perennial favourite, Underwater Street in Liverpool. I should warn you, this is not going to be an objective review, because the kids and me, well we bloomin' love the place and I simply can't think of anything bad to say about it. We've been going at least once … Continue reading Possibly the best kids day out in the world