These walks were made over the course of a few innocent days before the onset of Covid 19.
We have come to Liverpool to take a look at the Prince of Wales aircraft carrier, docked in Liverpool for a week. Arriving on the day of its departure, we are much too late to get tickets for onboard but still in time to stand and stare from Princes Dock.
Seven hundred people are employed on the ship and a Wiki tells me there is room for 40 F-35B Lightning II stealth multirole fighters and Merlin helicopters. It is massive…….
Here is the link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Prince_of_Wales_(R09)
And here’s a Google picture of the ship leaving Liverpool a little later in the day.
It’s now time to take the ferry across the Mersey (I have the song in my head all day)……and here it comes.
After a meandering crossing we arrive in Seacombe on the Wirral, to turn right and head down what must be the longest concrete promenade in the UK – it just goes on and on. So much so that there are very few photos, particularly because New Brighton certainly does not live up to its name – although there is an extensive sandy beach. I later discover that at just over 2 miles the promenade actually is the longest in the country.
In an attempt to brighten up the tedium of 2 miles of dull grey concrete, a local organisation has installed some colourful benches dedicated to lost loved ones.
It is a worthy initiative but the overall effect is like walking through a graveyard.
On the other end of the scale is something a little more cheery. The contribution of local school children in a series of decorative plaques set into the concrete.
Knitting and crochet also play a part in livening up the promenade ……………..
Eventually we reach New Brighton, an area which marks the outflow of the Mersey into Liverpool Bay. Across the river are the massive red and white cranes of the container terminal at Bootle Docks.
A cup of tea in the sun and we’re off again, following the path through the North Wirral Coastal Park.
A notice on the sign is a warning for prospective cockle pickers – Leasowe Bay has had its share of boom and bust over the years and it is now difficult to harvest cockles without a licence. Personally I don’t see what all the fuss is about, I always thought you might as well eat a piece of rubber soaked in vinegar.
The rest of the walk has no highlights – to our left are never-ending rows of residential streets and to the right, featureless marshland leading out to the sea.
I am pleased to arrive at the station in Hoylake where there is a train just about to leave taking us back to Liverpool.
Distance: 10 miles