We awoke on the second day in Liverpool to a very different scene to the day before. The sun was shining and even though the temperature was still in the single digits just seeing my old friend made the day vastly more enjoyable. The amount of available sunlight and my mood are both very closely linked.
After a breakfast of local ham, eggs and stale hash browns in the hotel buffet I wanted to go back for a walk along the Mersey and the docklands in the sunshine. Along the way we stopped at the Tate Liverpool and had a look at some of the modern art there. It’s a small but very interesting collection and I suggest you see it if you are in town. You might even be able to find out what happened to the mysterious 3rd floor. Some say it’s a portal to the even more mysterious “Imagined” level 4, others say is a sad indictment of the Liverpool School system, whatever the reason please make sure you tweet it.
Liverpool is known for it’s arts culture and LIPA was founded by one of its most famous citizens Sir Paul McCartney. As the home of the Beatles I knew that if I didn’t at least go and do something Beatle related I’d probably get a hiding from some of you ( John, Alan I’m looking at you LOL ). The Cavern Club was where the Beetles made there name and so I headed down for a photo op. I’ve often mentioned how much history there is in the UK but it’s not always about Cathedrals and Roman ruins, the UK’s influence on pop culture in Australia has always been huge.
We strolled inland through L1 which is the new swanky shopping district and into some smaller charming side streets filled with boozey old pubs and some equally boozey old scousers. I couldn’t help noticing how fit some of the local lads were though, thats the benefit of being in a Uni town full of dancers and actors I guess. The influence of the arts is everywhere and where I had been told Liverpool was a miserable place I found a vibrant young culture that was clearly anything but.
The food in Liverpool was really good too and those of you who have met me will know that I can never stop eating. We decided that we were going to try and eat local. No point spending two hours on a stuffy train to eat Nandos. If you ever get to Liverpool I suggest you head to the Leaf on Bold Street. It’s a great place to eat that isn’t too hipster but is just on trend enough to feel warm and inviting, I recommend the curry or the Beef Strog.
After lunch it was back to the Cathedral for a view from the top and then four hours to kill wandering around the city before jumping the train back to London. The cold and the walking were exhausting and by the time we got home I was ready to crash hard on my memory foam pillow ( Hotel Pillows SUCK ). My thirty six hours in Liverpool were enough but I’m glad I went.