retiredmartin

July 2025. Toxteth. Liverpool.

It might be thought a bit careless to visit Liverpool just for a couple of pubs near the station and fail to see the things that great city is famous for.

You know, the World Museum and Walker (not Kirsty) Art Gallery, the Pete Wylie of Wah !  trail, and the biggest collection of Wetherspoons in a square mile in England.

Sadly, perhaps, those Spoons seem to have dramatically fallen out of favour with a local branch favouring Proper Pubs and craft bars, and my third tick takes me to the edge of crafty Toxteth.

The black “P” is cask, red is GBG pub, and blue is “heritage”

I walked the mile from Edge Hill into Smithsdown Road,

a joy for lovers of branches growing out of buildings, pubs turned into student digs,

proper grocers with Burtonwood livery,

and giant graveyards.

Half a pint of Plum Porter if you know which album cover this looks like;

The “highlight” of your walk is the giant Boundary pub,

which I now regret not popping in for a third of Azvex,

as both interior and exterior look great.

But my actual destination would be just as politically charged.