7 October 2025 (mostly cloudy, sunny breaks, mild)

Up at 6.50am and had a cuppa. Read about the dreg who killed Dan Nganeko getting four years and two months as a sentence. Sometimes the judicial system astounds me with the leniency they bestow upon dregs who should receive terms that would keep them off the streets and away from innocent bystanders until they were old men.

Of course, the Peter Dolan courts of law would make sure these dregs knew what consequences were.

Very sad result today and I feel really sorry for the family.

After ranting to Julia about it, I had to have a shave and a shower, just to bring my blood pressure down.

Breakfast however, soon did the trick and at at 9am we hopped on the bus from literally over the road from Peg's house. Asked for two to Liverpool and offered the lady driver a twenty pound note.

She had no change so said, "Don't worry about it love."

So, free ride to Liverpool.

It took an hour to get to the city, via the Queensway tunnel, built in 1934. Seventeen hundred men worked on the job, started in 1925, with seventeen deaths. Out into the sunshine on the other side, but still quite cool.

Began our second visit to Liverpool with a visit to Picton Library.

This library is worth a visit, even if you can't read..... It is housed in a beautiful piece of architecture and the inside is a pleasure to behold. Yet this is only a small offering in the vast amount of heritage buildings available for those who appreciate fine structures.

These illustrations from the 1650's were incredibly detailed and lifelike.

The Hillsborough Memorial. 

So shocking to see especially the amount of young people who died that awful day.

Inside Lime Street Station.

Into St. John's market, a big shopping complex to buy Julia some new reading glasses. I didn't really see the need as she had been using her broken pair for the past two months quite successfully. After splashing out an outrageous £1.50 on a new pair, we found a cheap cafe for something to eat.

Then began a wander through town.

Darting in here, poking our heads in there and in some stores having a more in depth look.

All the while taking in the hustle and bustle of the streets of Liverpool.

A self professed preacher spouting the word of God, whilst a guy playing a mean guitar was busking just down the road and yet another busier on a violin playing what sounded like the same tune, over and over.

Found a Decathlon store on Church Street (this is the French sporting store), and popped in for a forty five minute look. Truth be told it was the only store that really interested us.

Decided that we really needed another coffee, so found a coffee house with a view of the plaza from an upstairs table. It's quite interesting watching people from up high.

Very few people smoking or vaping, whereas in the Balkans, there were very few who didn't.

Down to the Liver (that's pronounced with an "eye" rather than the bodily organ) building for more photographs.

Then we slowly made our way up to Sir Thomas Street to catch the bus back to Little Neston. Perhaps we should have been a bit quicker as just as we approached the bus stop, we saw the number 487 bus pull out. That was our number bus to Ness Gardens, so now we had a half hour wait.

By now it was 3.30pm as we boarded the bus only to be bombarded with school kids getting on as we reached Birkenhead.

They would remain on board all the way home, although pretty well behaved, I have to say.

Arrived home just as Stu, my cousin had arrived and was unloading his car.

He had come from Sheffield, where he'd been on a job and instead of heading back to Dorset, down south, decided to stay here for a couple of days.

It was great to catch up as we haven't seen him for seven years either.

After a lovely "scouse" dinner, we all sat around talking, before watching a comedy on tele and I finished off writing up the day's events, then bed.