Livin' it up in Liverpool

I should start by apologising for the awful title of this entry. There are numerous better Liverpool related things I could have gone for but I can't think of them right now.

A second apology for how long it's been since my last entry. Since that entry, I've been to a few places in the UK as well as the Czech Republic. Unfortunately, I forgot to write something at the time and am not convinced I'll write a good entry several months later. The most recent trip I made was at the beginning of this month so I'm hoping the memories are still fresh enough to get something vaguely interesting for the blog.

I went to Liverpool with my family as it was my Mum's birthday. Since Liverpool was the Capital of Culture a few years ago, she's always wanted to go and see the city so it seemed like a good destination for a short weekend trip.

On our first day in the city, we found a free walking tour to join. It was free in the sense that you didn't have to pay but you were expected to put in a donation at the end depending on your level of enjoyment. We had a three hour walk around the key sights of the city centre along with some interesting stories. Obviously The Beatles formed a big part of the stories but there was also a lot of interesting history stories about Liverpool's role as a key port during the British Empire.

Statue of Prince Albert and a slightly scared looking horse

Eleanor Rigby statue

short John Lennon statue outside the Cavern Club

On our second day in the city, we covered a few of the museums and the dock area. For me, the most interesting museum was the Maritime Museum which incorporated the Museum of Slavery. It was laid out really well and was really good for a history geek like me. We also visited one of the art galleries and went back to some of the sights we'd covered briefly on the walking tour.

The ferry across the Mersey was the main activity on our final day. Unfortunately, I get sea sick far too easily and the Mersey was very choppy that day. An hour on a choppy river in the cold and rain is not my idea of fun but I guess it's one of the essential things to do if you are in Liverpool.

In May this year, I have another trip to Japan planned. After my last trip (featured in earlier blog entries) I felt there was more to see so persuaded a friend to join me for a return trip. Assuming I don't forget again, I'll try and write a blog entry for that trip. Hopefully, it will be a bit more exciting than this one!

To Hull and back

Firstly, I need to apologise for the slightly overused pun based title of this entry. However, it is true. I did go to Hull and back in a short space of time which I feel justifies it.
 
When I was at university, I studied American Studies. A combination of history, English literature, film and cultural topics all focussed on the USA. In 2013/14, the American Studies department at Hull celebrated it's 50th anniversary. As part of the celebrations for this, the department arranged a 50th anniversary Thanksgiving dinner which I went to with my friend Lucy who also did the same degree as me.
 
We went up to Hull on Thursday by train. The view of the Humber Bridge as we came into Hull remains one of my favourite views ever.

 
We stayed at a hotel opposite The Deep - Hull's aquarium (known as a submarium, not sure what the difference is). Once we had arrived and dropped our bags into the hotel, we decided to take a nostalgic trip to the university campus. Turns out a lot had changed in six years since we had graduated. The students union had been done up and work was being done to upgrade the university library. Luckily the University of Hull sign at the front was still there for us to pose next to.

 

 

The meal in the evening was a lot more fun than I was expecting. Both Lucy and I were quite concerned that there would not be a large turnout. Luckily, there was over 100 people there from across the fifty years of the department. Our decade, the noughties, was a bit under represented compared to some of the other decades. There was only six of us on our table which mean that the Dean of the Faculty and Director of Cultural Studies were sitting at our table to make up the numbers. Despite this, we mingled with our former lecturers and met a lot of interesting people. Including one of the first ever graduates from the 1960s.

 

The next day, we went for breakfast in old town Hull and took a quick wander of the cobbled streets in that area. The city has recently been awarded UK City of Culture 2017 so there was a lot of excitement in the area. All the taxi drivers we spoke to were hopeful that being City of Culture could lead to great things for Hull. Hopefully, it will.

Sadly, we had to return to London later that day but I'm hoping to go back again next summer with a few more days to spare so I can fully explore the area and maybe catch up with old friends in the area



Northern adventures

It's been a bit longer than intended for me to get round to writing this. I always find something else to do instead.

On Friday, I managed to get myself out of bed at 6am. I am not generally a morning person but managed it and was ready to go and pick my Dad up at 7am. Fortunately, at that time the roads leading to the M1 were not too busy so I didn't have any real scary incidents.

I ended up driving for the majority of the journey with my Dad was navigating. He couldn't map read and drive at the same time. The first real problem we encountered was in Sheffield. There was a massive road accident right in the middle of town. The part we needed to get through. The original plan to stop in Sheffield for some geeky tram trips had to be hastily scrapped and instead I got to practice my clutch control on Sheffield's many hills and drive behind a lot of trams that were also stuck in traffic. Eventually we got through and carried on to just outside Wakefield for the National Coal Mining Museum.

As with any self respecting coal mining museum, there was a trip underground. This involved getting a hard hat and safety gear then cramming into a lift with 15 other people to descend 140 metres into the mine. The chap providing the tour was from Barnsley and enjoyed using various distinctive Barnsley phrases to confuse the more southern members of the group. Despite banging my head a couple of times on the low ceilings, it was a detailed tour and fairly interesting. Perhaps went on a bit too long though.

The next day we drove back via Sheffield so we could get our fix of tram riding. Luckily there were no accidents or traffic jams on this occasion. We took a tram from Meadowhall shopping centre and tried to find an Industrial Museum. We found the museum but unfortunately it was shut on a Saturday and we were there on a Saturday. Instead we had a wander about before catching the tram back to Meadowhall and starting the journey home.

This part was slightly more stressful. There were a lot more crazy people out on the road. There were people doing 80/90 miles per hour undertaking and the odd annoying truck. I managed to keep my cool and we made it back to south west London by about 6pm.

Now it's back to normal life - pottering about in the suburbs of London. I got a trip to Essex for work on Monday but that mostly involved giving a presentation and enduring noisy school children on the train back to Liverpool Street.