Inbound to the Scousers

It’s quite a nice journey up to Liverpool. The train is quiet and is on time. As we get closer there’s lots of notices about station closures for refurbishment the following month, but it doesn’t affect us. On arrival we instantly walk into a bronzed Ken Dodd complete with tickly bronzed feather duster. We then merge onto the city streets and soon find ourselves in a busy shopping district. It’s a nice day so we decide to walk to our hotel and take in some sights rather than spend money on a taxi or another train or work out how the buses work. We stop off at a Liverpudlian equivalent of a Greggs and grab a bite to eat. Everything is a pound; though we hold up the queue trying to work out what they’ve actually got. One we parked and dined outside, we worked out that it would take us half an hour to finish our walk to the hotel, which should take us just into our check-in time window.