Back in Liverpool Central from Waterloo, I changed for the Wirral line for 2, possibly 3 ticks. Could I possibly even complete Merseyside today. The tension was palpable.
I spent the trip trying to get enough WiFi to check train times, scuppered by the Mersey tunnel.
Ooh, look, there’s a train home that stops in Newton-le-Willows, which might be my last tick.
One tick at a time, retiredmartin, starting in Hoylake, the posh bit of Birkenhead.
You can tell it’s posh, they’ve got geeks. I suspect Half Man, Half Biscuit have sung about the place.
Shamefully I was on a mission from Protz and had no time to search for street art swim in the sea, but you’ll see the style.
Suburban shopping streets lined with bars, flouting their Mediterranean weather at Manchester.
Loads of lager drinkers outside the Black Toad, which I had to myself.
Anywhere that plays Radiohead and Joy Division tracks you can’t immediately name deserves credit. If you can name either track I’ll buy you a pint of Chapter 28 Practicable and Useful, which I’m sure is what it was called.
Or you can just press play.
Anyway, lovely modern bar, but time to run to the Plasterers. Note to self : never a great idea.