Wonderful walking virtually with you, even for just a few minutes, as I consider the benefits of city strolling, comparing my own countryside walk this morning in the scorching heat through the recently harvested wheat fields, catching up with neighbours, but secretly wishing I could pop into that café for breakfast. There was a time when I remembered all of our car registrations as well as the telephone numbers of all my best friends. I can barely remember my passwords these days!
I was there with you Ronnie. Shuffling through your evocation of days, nights, dawns spent in that glorious neighbourhood. Possibly more grubby back then in 1965 but that was all part of its bohemian charm to a grammar school lad aspiring to be a scouse James Joyce or Jack Kerouac. Dreams unrealised but
memories indestructible. Thank you, as always. Dave
Thank you Dave. I began turning up around there from about 1969, so a little after you. Enraging the career advisor at my school in Bootle by speaking of the place like it was some kind of career option.
Now you'll think I'm really a stalker - I followed your path via Google Maps! Well, I've never been to Liverpool, except 'with' you, so I made the most of technology and came along too. Thanks Ronnie. One day for real....
Another evocative post which reminded me of dad’s brand new Ford Cortina
NND 994P and brought back memories of family journeys and places. I’m
Waiting for the midday sun to pass before a wander and think S
Thank you Siobhan. Good to see you remember the registration number too.
Wonderful walking virtually with you, even for just a few minutes, as I consider the benefits of city strolling, comparing my own countryside walk this morning in the scorching heat through the recently harvested wheat fields, catching up with neighbours, but secretly wishing I could pop into that café for breakfast. There was a time when I remembered all of our car registrations as well as the telephone numbers of all my best friends. I can barely remember my passwords these days!
I was there with you Ronnie. Shuffling through your evocation of days, nights, dawns spent in that glorious neighbourhood. Possibly more grubby back then in 1965 but that was all part of its bohemian charm to a grammar school lad aspiring to be a scouse James Joyce or Jack Kerouac. Dreams unrealised but
memories indestructible. Thank you, as always. Dave
Thank you Dave. I began turning up around there from about 1969, so a little after you. Enraging the career advisor at my school in Bootle by speaking of the place like it was some kind of career option.
Now you'll think I'm really a stalker - I followed your path via Google Maps! Well, I've never been to Liverpool, except 'with' you, so I made the most of technology and came along too. Thanks Ronnie. One day for real....