Royal Liver Building

The only other time I’ve been to Liverpool was a fleeting visit at either end of a scout camp at Greystones , south of Dublin in the summer of 1967.

The whole visit is so clear in my memory. It was an overnight crossing to Dublin, departing from Princes Dock under the watchful gaze of this iconic building. Looking back it was an arduous journey, nowhere to sit, cold, endless, an ordeal. We thought nothing of it and enjoyed a great week away. Our parents were all so trusting!

An uneventful journey from Kent to Liverpool. All the trains worked well and we had good seats. Enjoyed our salad lunch washed down by a glass of wine. Not the most inspiring of countryside, the best bit was pulling into Line Street station through a sheer sided rock cutting near Edge Hill.

Checked into the hotel and went out to explore, looking for somewhere to eat tonight then down to the waterfront and finally to see these buildings before turning around heading back to the appropriately named Head of Steam pub for a pre dinner pint.

We took a turn around the Albert Docks which I expected more of than loads and loads of places to eat and drink. That was a disappointment. There’s the Maritime museum to see there and the Liverpool museum nearby too.

Susan’s dad, Ken Nicholls worked in the Royal Liver Building in the 1960s for the Ministry of Defence. The family lived in New Brighton, so this was a bit of a trip down memory lane for her.

We followed the advice of Trip Advisor which suggested that the Turkish restaurant Akasya was No 1 in Liverpool. It was a great choice, not only was the food excellent and plentiful but the service and friendliness of the staff was outstanding. One of the best meals out for a very long time.

As we were stuffed with food we walked to the Bombed Out Church which had the moving statue in the gardens (in extras). We’ve plenty of stuff to do tomorrow and celebrate my birthday!