Author Archives: Barbara

Strawberry Fields is the site of an old Salvation Army orphanage, near the childhood home of John Lennon and remembered in the famous song. He used to climb over the walls and play with the other kids. For many years … Continue reading →

We walked from Longmoor Lane, south down Higher Lane, over the railway bridge, past cul-de-sacs of smart new houses and into the Bluebell Woods, tucked away between Aintree University Hospital and Altcourse Prison. It is where two little waterways run … Continue reading →

It was the only dry and sunny day of the Easter weekend. Flaybrick was once the principal cemetery of the well-to-do merchants of Birkenhead, but it is now closed to new burials and is managed as a historical garden and … Continue reading →

We visited this park for the first time last September, on a wet and miserable day, and agreed how much better it would be in spring. We were right, it’s a lovely spot. Flanking the main path are two flat-topped … Continue reading →

Princes Park is beautiful, especially at this time of year. We found it at its peak of Cherry blossom, making it a very good place for me to continue learning to distinguish the tree varieties, partly by colour and form … Continue reading →

The Wirral Way is a walking and cycling path which runs for 12 miles along the route of the old Birkenhead Railway line from Hooton to West Kirby. We oldies don’t walk for 12 miles of course, just the first … Continue reading →

The Cherry trees are starting to come out everywhere, and we saw both white and pink early blossom trees from the bus. Despite the low cloud and occasional showers, Stanley Park’s “Field of Hope” (a mass planting of Daffodils in … Continue reading →

We go to Birkenhead Park a lot, but there is always something worth looking at. Today, although the trees were mostly still bare, here and there buds were breaking and a pale green flush of life was gradually creeping over … Continue reading →

It was a mild, sunny, springlike day, and by lunchtime we were taking off layers of jackets and fleeces. But they say it won’t last. We entered Landican by the farmer’s path at the northern edge. The leaves of Cow … Continue reading →

We were on a bit of a twitch, hoping to see a Mandarin Duck and a Gadwall, both having been seen here recently. The southern end of the main lake had Canada Geese, Mallard, Coots, Moorhens, several Tufted Duck and … Continue reading →