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Nothing much to day about this for those who know Liverpool only a little bit. I think I have a pic of this in my collection somewhere taken with a 35mm camera in a print in one of the many albums I have, however I thought I would take one for this photoblog.
It was a cold day and after looking at the World Museum and eating at a strange Chinese Restaurant we walked down the the Mersey and this is where this pic was taken. The Mersey always looks wider than I remember it every time which is weird.
Again for me a memorial. I seem to take a few pictures of memorials. The one is in Dunsop Hill for those who died in the First World War.
We got here because my wife told me the village was supposed to be really beautiful. We got there and it's rather difficult to understand what's beautiful. Don't get me wrong it's not horrible but there's nothing there. Aside from the attendant service petrol station, the post office and the flock of ducks looking for bread there's nothing there. Mind you it looked like when the weather is good people flock there so perhaps it's that we weren't into what Dunsop had to offer which is probably access to a good walk. Unfortunately for Dunsop we were looking for access to a good meal, so it was off to Clitheroe.
We circled Pendle Hill a few times I think. The strategy was to confuse and confound the hill before the attack or you might think we didn't know where we were going. There were plenty of signs telling us that we weren't where we wanted to be but no signs telling us where we should go.
Since the hill is a few meters off mountain classification you can be assured we didn't attempt an assent. Slightly lost we followed some likely punters with walking boots only to find they lived there and we were following them home. Not wanting to look foolish we carried on our way as if we intended to go where we were going and so embarked on a walking spree to... nowhere.
On the way back home we dropped in on Crosby where we were just lucky enough to get enough light for a few pictures. It could have easily gone wrong as there didn't seem to be any signs for the beach at Crosby or even any sign that you were in Crosby. So by a little luck and design we headed for the sun with the vague idea that we were going in the right direction. Of course this assumed that Crosby has a beach facing West.
Getting trapped the wrong side of the train tracks we did make it there to see Antony Gormley's statues staring out to sea. They do appear a little strange and I'm not sure I like the idea, don't get me wrong I don't hate them, part of me does really like them but there's another side that just feels like they are one heck of a health and safety nightmare, not that I should be concerned with such things.
Still In Southport coming back to the car this is a view of the bridge we got into Southport of. The tram goes from the end of the Pier to land and then over this man-made lake via the bridge to Funland (the white building on the right). It's strange to think that the lake is a man-made because it's massive, so not only do they crate a massive lake but then create two pretty impressive bridges that wouldn't have been there if someone hadn't have placed a great lake there.
Not really so much information on this other than it's where a Fenian Ambush took place. Just near where the old(er) Manchester City ground used to be. Nearly under the railway bridge this plaque stands to mark the event. It's in a strange place, but then again over 100 years ago there probably wasn't a train line.
More of Piccadilly’s fountains. Not a bad shot, my other picture of them was better, in fact I had a better shot lined up that I never took. On a grim Saturday they do still look quite good and the smell of the food being cooked was very tempting, however we had China Town to get to for better fare.
Here's a picture of a building in China Town, I think it's on York Street but I don't know, my knowledge of road names around there is woeful as is my memory of where it was because the parallel roads do tend to get me a little lost, well I am getting old, I'd had a few ciders and a slap up meal (as the Dandy comic would have said). If it's not on York Street the Charlotte Street will be the one. I liked the geometric pattern so took it. Job done.
Not knowing a great deal about some places in Manchester is a little problem I have. This doesn't help the photoblog at all, in fact it hinders it somewhat especially when the photoblog is about Manchester. I'm sure the few who "tune in" have a titter now and then when I say something thinking "didn't he even know that!". So time to start tittering.
This is a picture of the side of Church Street Car Park. It's a strange place for this plaque to hang in that it's an NCP concrete monstrosity that we can't do without that was probably built in the 60's or possibly more likely the 70's and yet on the side we have this.
Now my assumption is that this plaque was initially installed in a church and that church used to be on Church Street because I don't see a church now, unless I have missed it which may cause some tittering, it's probably behind me at the time the picture was taken. People wondering why a Mancunian didn’t know anything of the famous church on Church Street will cause more tittering.
Update: Looks like it's not just Manchester history that lets me down it's my reading. I finally read the plaque which I hadn't fully the first time and it refers to a place called J&N Philips which stood where the car park now stands, for more info Click Here.
Just a quick montage of pictures from a video I took, hence the resolution is a little poor. It's the DV 5 again if you hadn't guessed; I took the Rollei but never used it.
The middle two are when the Irish (I'm assuming he is Irish. I know nothing about A1 GP) guy stopped right in front of us and lit up the tyres, it's strange and it probably sounds sad but that got us all giggling like school girls, it was pretty impressive.
The last one is the last lap. Whilst there was no racing, it was a pretty good show, and if it happens again, you can be sure I shall be there.