Author Archives: Barbara

We walked into Southport from Birkdale Station, along Weld Road, then turning right into the south end of Rotten Row. It’s one of the country’s longest herbaceous borders (750m), now maintained by a Friends group of volunteer gardeners. I always … Continue reading →

Thundery showers were forecast, so we picked New Brighton as a place with lots of shelter from the rain. As our bus emerged from the tunnel on the Wallasey side, our trepidation was increased by the sight of a snow … Continue reading →

It was another very hot day, perhaps not the best day for going out in the sun and sand, but there was a refreshing breeze off the sea, so it only got to 25°C (77°F).  We arrived at Waterloo later … Continue reading →

We entered the park at the southern side and decided to keep to the cooler, wooded area along the Allerton Road edge. A Song Thrush was calling.  The edges of the woodland have been left unmown, and we spotted both … Continue reading →

We arrived early, finding not much life stirring, just the sound of the church bells in the distance. It was still warm, but with a brisk wind and thunder showers expected later. Today’s draw was an exhibition of bird art … Continue reading →

We haven’t been to Eastham Village since late September 2013. It’s a pretty little village just off the busy New Chester Road, and another bit of old England that time seems to have left behind. There are old cottages dated … Continue reading →

Churchtown north of Southport is a pretty little village with white-walled houses and some thatched cottages. It is almost as far north as we can go within the Merseytravel area and is a long bus ride from Liverpool. We were … Continue reading →

After our long dry sunny spell, it was a weekend of high winds and showers. It was very blowy at West Kirby. As we walked down Dee Lane towards the beach the onshore wind sometimes stopped us in our tracks, … Continue reading →

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 →