Port Sunlight

Our feet officially hurt today. We decided to breakfast at the Captain Alexander which is the nearest (and newest) Wetherspoons establishment in Liverpool. On our walk there everything seemed normal apart from the presence of three armed policeman, with their faces hidden as much ad their weapons were ready, on the main road outside the back entrance to the Crown court. We know the task was completed as three motorcycle policemen passed us whilst we were eating our breakfast, they were looking relaxed and smiley. I wonder who’s appearing in the dock today.

                                 

Brenda asked for an avacado egg muffin for breakfast but was told it was not available. OK, she’ll have eggs benedict instead – sorry that’s not available either – we’ve run out off muffins. Can she have the avacado and egg on toast instead of a muffin please? Erm – we’ve found one muffin you can have. OK, she’ll have the avacado and egg muffin she’d first asked for then. Graham just had a normal cooked breakfast with no issues.

Breakfast finished, we crossed the road to James Street station and caught a train to Port Sunlight. We had a great day there including visiting the Lady Lever gallery. We thought it must be a wonderful place to live but decided it must be quite expensive. Google provided us with the answer, a three bedroom end terrace has recently come onto the market and we could move here if we wanted to! Lovely house too.

Back to Liverpool on the train and a bit of light shopping. While waiting outside Primark, Graham found the nearest pub listed in the Liverpool Echo’s top 10 decor list so we ended up in the White Star for a refreshment stop and to ensure we’d done a little bit of ‘Beatle-ing’ whilst we’re here. Apparently the boys drank here regularly enough to have their own seats. It was where their promoter would be at the end of the week to pay all his acts.

Back to Jannock for a cuppa and a rest of the feet and dinner.

Update 17:15hrs – s/he’s goin darn! We heard the approaching Police sirens and a convoy of vehicles including a prison wagon in their midst came rushing past on the main road at the back of our mooring.

A man fron CaRT believes the mussel shells are brought here from the river by gulls and dropped from a height onto the pontoons to open them. Not seen it yet but it appears to happen in the early morning.