retiredmartin

February 2024. Liverpool.

While Mrs RM was finishing off her Gordon Ramsay cauliflower (not Colin) curry, I was on Merseyrail passing the new Everton stadium at Bramley Moor Docks, pretty much at the exact moment Arsenal re-took the lead against the Reds.

That sky was about to turn a gorgeous pink hue, something no doubt captured better by Mrs RM with her more expensive phone, and leaving Moorfields I headed straight for the money shots.

Oooh, the Cavern Quarter looks nice, pleasantly quiet with all the blokes in the sports bars.

As the song goes “Now there’s a ley line runs down Mathew Street“.

Never seen Mathew Street so quiet, and these partygoers somehow ignored the charms of the White Star.

“Paradise” Street was still busy long after closing time, and I had the joy of a loveable Scouse urchin jump up and tap my head while shouting “baldie”. Been called a lot worse, la’.

I’m a huge fan of central Liverpool, the way the city divides in the dock, mercantile quarter, modern shopping and diverse foodie quarter,

and as full-time (Arsenal Three, Liverpool One) approached I climbed those steps behind the iconic Starbucks to get the best view.

And who should I spot there, loitering outside the Bierkeller (no cask), only Mrs RM (left of photo).

“Fancy a pint ?”

“OK”