Our first of two full days in Middlewich opened with breakfast at our lodging, The Boar’s Head Inn.
This is a classic English pub that does excellent service as a traveler’s Inn. It is simple, clean, comfortable, and very reasonably priced. Our hostess, Liz, is a delight and to our surprise she has been following our travels through my website.
Most of our breakfasts over the last 3 1/2 weeks have by choice been a lighter fare. I decided to go all out this morning by ordering mine “full English“.
After breakfast we walked down to the Andersen Boats yard where Christine posed in front of the vessel we will take charge of on Monday, the 62 foot long Fjord Empress.
We also spoke with owner, Pauline, arranging for an early orientation and departure.
Christine and I walked about a mile down the Trent & Mersey Canal which we will soon be traveling. It was a like walking down a 2019 “Memory Lane”. The canal and locks were active and we took the opportunity to lend a hand and refresh our recollections on lock operations.
We also stopped by the well-maintained 12th century church, St. Michael and All Angels. The town itself dates at least as far back as Roman times when it was one of the largest salt producers for the Empire in Britain. In 2019 I wrote a detailed post about the church: St. Michael and All Angels Church.
Wendy & Pat arrive in Middlewich around noon tomorrow. We will be doing some grocery shopping to provision the boat and later enjoy the British tradition of eating an afternoon “Sunday Roast“.
Weather wise, our second full day in Liverpool (Thursday) began as a carbon copy of the previous few days. Cold, blustery, and dampness that makes your bones ache. Nevertheless, we made the best of it and by afternoon there were even some breaks in the clouds. The rain and cold returned today, Friday.
Earlier today we met our Kansas City friends, Pat and Wendy, at the Liverpool Lime Street train station for their arrival.
We enjoyed hanging out with them for a bit before we had to catch our train from the same station traveling on to Middlewich.
They will rejoin us at our lodging, The Boar’s Head Inn, in Middlewich on Sunday. The four of us will take charge of the 62 foot narrowboat, Fjord Empress, on Monday at Andersen Boats after first loading provisions and receiving operating instructions. Pat and Wendy will travel aboard with us for the first five of our 21 days.
Here are pictures and brief narratives of our Thursday activities in Liverpool:
We visited Saint John’s Gardens which until the late 19th century was a cemetery containing the remains of over 80,000 people. Among the deceased were nearly 30,000 who had died in a cholera epidemic that ultimately killed nearly a quarter of the city’s population.
During the conversion of the cemetery to a park the earthly remains of those who were buried were “disposed of”.
The monumental building seen above overlooking the park is Saint George’s Hall. The structure was completed in 1854.
It contains one of the most opulent spaces in the United Kingdom, a haven for the wealthy and important. Yet in the bowels of the building are dungeons that held the criminally accused and the criminally insane prior to trial. The Court, also situated in the building, is where at least 150 people were sentenced to die and thousands were sentenced to “transportation“ which meant banishment, most often to Australia. Sentences were extremely harsh. The theft of a piece of fruit or a loaf of bread could result in a sentence of 10 years or more.
Our wanderings took us by the Liverpool Lime Street railway station. The original station at this location is the oldest passenger train station in the world. Service began here in the 1830s.
Near Saint George’s Hall is the British tomb to the unknown soldiers of the First and Second World Wars.
In the same neighborhood is Liverpool’s huge science museum, library, and art gallery. They are located in stately 19th-century buildings.
The Philharmonic Dining Rooms, once a private men’s club, is an incredibly ornate pub that features what are perhaps the most expensive urinals in the world. They were custom-made in 1900 and are said to be insured for two million dollars. Paul McCartney and James Corden visited here and put on an impromptu concert during a Carpool Karaoke outing.
Next on our list was Mathews Street and the iconic Cavern Club, said to be the birthplace of the Beatles.
Liverpool was once the wealthiest city in the world. It was also, second only to London, the most bombed city in the UK during World War II. One incendiary bomb set the 18th century St. Luke’s church on fire. All that remained was the shell of the church. It was decided to leave it as a standing memorial to the losses suffered by the people of Liverpool.
And then there is the former Lewis Department Store. The building remains and is being converted into hotel and office space. It is reminiscent of huge department stores such as Macy’s in New York and Marshall Field & Company in Chicago.
In 1956 a heroic sculpture was dedicated above the main entrance commemorating Liverpool’s rebirth following the Second World War. Its formal title is “Liverpool Resurgent“. However it is more affectionately known by locals as the “ Dickie Lewis“ statue.
We are a day and a half into Liverpool with a day and a half here to go. The weather has been hell, commanding us to wear every bit of cold-weather clothing we have packed.
Nevertheless, we have enjoyed a number of sites and tours including the first day of a two day “Hop-on-Hop-Off“ bus ticket that gave us a nice overview of the city-center today. This has helped us craft tomorrow’s itinerary.
We also took a 90 minute Beatles history bus tour. While we were mostly protected from the elements, the weather did dampened these experiences (pun intended).
We visited a top-secret underground Second World War complex that had been sealed and forgotten until the 1990’s. This was the site where throughout the war Britain evolved the Allied’s anti-submarine tactics and directed the crucial Battle of the Atlantic.
On a lighter note there was also a visit to a gin distillery and bar.
Switching gears: Last Summer I put together our itinerary for this trip, and secured reservations in the various establishments that have hosted us. To date, we have lodged in 12 separate hotels, inns, and B&B’s. I selected each by relying upon patron reviews, price, and proximity to our needs. The choices have largely met our expectations. A few have been amazing standouts, and then there have been three “glitches”.
The first of these was not so much a glitch as a sad commentary on the economic times. I had secured the reservation in the small “mom and pop” B&B, including breakfast, for the price of £100 (about $125). At check out the proprietress rang the bill up at £120. I brought this to her attention. At first she indicated that I must be mistaken, but when I showed her the date of her confirmation email she agreed that it had been the price confirmed in 2022. With a sigh she began a sentence with, “Inflation has been so hard on us…“ and then trailed off as she corrected the bill. Christine and I looked at each other. 46 years of marriage meant that between us words were unnecessary. I reached into my wallet and placed an additional £20 on the counter. The hostesses look of relief was priceless and worth every pence.
The second disappointment was straightforward. The hotel was virtually on the path of the Hadrian’s Wall trail, it was of average price, and the staff was attentive. There was nothing else positive to say about it. The room was beyond “tired”. The walls, carpet, and bathroom were dingy, and it felt more like an hourly flophouse from a 1950’s detective movie then an overnight lodging. We were happy to be gone the next morning.
That brings me to Liverpool. We arrived yesterday for check in at 2:30 PM. The young man at reception took my credit card and had me sign the registration forms before he somewhat casually remarked, “I’m sure you received our General Manager’s email explaining that our elevator is broken“. No, I had not.
It turned out that the elevator had broken down a couple of days earlier. The General Manager did send me an email, but just two hours before we checked in, and coincidentally, after the time for us to cancel the reservation without cost had expired.
I took a deep breath. Since our room was on the “third floor“ the attendant offered assistance carrying our bags upstairs. In Europe the first floor is one higher than the ground floor. Also, this building dates to either the early 20th or late 19th Century. There are “mezzanine” floors. The “third floor” turned out to be multiple flights totaling 77 steps. I counted each one.
I returned to reception and engaged the young man in a “difficult conversation“. He said that he could not grant my request to cancel the reservation but that perhaps the evening on-site manager could get that authority. His name tag should’ve read “Pass the Buck Chuck”.
The night manager arrived about an hour later, a delightful young lady. She knew how to think out of the box. She arranged for us to immediately relocate to a first floor room (still 30 stairs from reception), and to receive a refund for the difference in the value of the rooms. Her attitude was the important difference in salvaging the situation.
I have intentionally omitted identifying these last mentioned establishments. There were good hard-working employees at each of them that I would not want innocently blamed.
The poor weather is predicted to continue tomorrow but our activities should be mostly indoors. If the forecast is to be believed there should be a dry warming trend in place when we take command of our narrowboat. Fingers crossed.
Peace Everyone. Pete
P.S. In a terse E-Mail to the General Manager of the “77 Step Hotel” I stated how unacceptable the situation and his communication was, adding, “…I’m 71 years old and my wife is 68…”. Later Christine remarked to me with a smile that, except for securing senior discounts, it was the first time I had ever pulled the “age card”. She was right, and I admit it was a bit disingenuous given my recent hike and having to help the young staff person carry our bags up the 77 steps.
Written April 11, 2023, in transit aboard an express train from Newcastle to Liverpool, England.
Yesterday was more practical than tourist. We needed to get laundry done and to do so through the hotel’s service would have been insanely expensive. One pair of socks, £2. One pair of underwear, £2. A pair of pants, £7. Our combined cleaning would have easily exceeded £100, that is more than $125!
Instead, Mr. Google directed us to a small community laundrette a little more than a mile from the hotel. Laden with our dirty clothes it made better sense to catch an Uber. At £6 it was a bargain compared to the fare for laundry at the hotel.
The Caring Hands Community Laundrette appeared on the internet to be self-service and coin operated.
However, when we arrived we were greeted by Brian. Brian takes the laundry, washes it, dries it, folds it, and sends you a text message when it’s ready. Ours totaled £9, and Brian provided the labor and soap. A bargain!
Brian also provided a bit of entertainment. The neighborhood where the Laundrette is located appears working class, with some student housing associated with two nearby universities. He has an affection for travelers and maintains a large wall-mounted map of the world. Brian takes pictures of foreign travelers who visit him, posts them on the periphery of the board and then extends a colored string from each picture to a pin on the map indicating the visitor’s hometown. We happily posed for Brian and will be only the second visitors posted from our state, the other is a young man from Columbia Missouri.
Rain threatened but we had a pleasant walk back to the river where we met Kate and her husband Simon for coffee.
I had encountered Kate and her dog on the eighth day of my Hadrian’s Wall walk. We had a delightful 10 minute conversation (with Kate, her dog only wagged its tail), and exchanged contact information. Kate knew that we would be staying a few days in Newcastle. On Sunday I received a text message suggesting that she and her husband meet us for coffee on Monday.
We had a wonderful visit with Kate and Simon.
They are professors, each at one of the two nearby universities. Kate is a psychologist and Simon works with individuals who have learning disabilities. They look forward to sharing 5 days on the Camino this summer after which Simon will return to work but Kate who has secured a sabbatical will continue on to finish her Camino.
Simon and Kate have previously been visitors to Kansas City. It is our hope that they will return someday and allow us to share the hospitality of our home and city.
It continues to be a wonder how travel creates opportunities for fast and sometime enduring friendships. Just on this trip so far that has included Susan at the Manchester train station,
Garry and Kathleen of Glasgow,
John and Michelle (also from Glasgow),
Malgorzata and Tadeusz of Poland,
and Joe and Julie of Oregon.
Of course, there have also been special connections made with our various hosts such as Charlotte here in Newcastle.
How is it that there are families in our Kansas City neighborhood that we have never met and yet thousands of miles away from home everyone seems a friend?
Peace Everyone. Pete
P.S. We will be in Liverpool the next three days continuing the pursuit of our “magical mystery tour“ (pun intended). Then it will be on to Middlewich for three days before connecting with Kansas City friends and beginning our 3 week narrowboat journey.
Written April 8, 2023, at Newcastle upon Tyne, England.
“It Is Finished”. These are words of gravitas spoken 2000 years ago. It seems appropriate to recall them on Easter weekend. They are also an expression that captured my heart upon reaching Wallsend.
My planning for the hike along Hadrian’s Wall began last summer. Unlike the Camino, lodgings along the route are few and often far between. Reservations were a necessity. Unlike the Camino, there is not an elaborate infrastructure for the “pilgrim” nor is there an overt spiritual component. I enjoyed meeting wonderful people but few were embracing the same experience. I usually walked in solitude. The weather was a daily roll of the dice.
Walking Hadrian’s Wall was a satisfying accomplishment. It was physical, putting me in touch with my aging body . It was historical, putting me in touch with a once great empire. It also reinforced my affection for the United Kingdom and its people.
Today I was rewarded with more of those connections.
John and Michelle from Glasgow have been walking “The Wall“ in sections, a few days each time. This was their final day.
We shared the path for a few miles and found that we had much in common. I expressed my regret that Christine was not present to make it a foursome. A few minutes later and there she was!
Christine had transported ahead to our hotel, but as the room was not ready she decided to walk back to meet me. It was perfect!
John and Michelle continued on as I stopped for lunch with Christine. After lunch I walked the additional 4 miles to Wallsend. An Uber returned me to the hotel.
Hotel management upgraded our room at no additional charge.
In our hotel room was a small gift and a personal card of congratulations.
There was another card that set out an Easter Egg “treasure hunt“. The answer to each riddle led to a plastic Easter Egg, each containing a small gift.
We were so touched by these gestures that we sought out the thoughtful architect. Her name is Charlotte.
She does not do this for every room or customer, just those who she senses would be appreciative; families with small children, foreign guests, and those who otherwise qualify as non-typical travelers.
Christine and I enjoyed evening drinks in the spacious hotel lounge. This evening it was haven for a younger “trendy” crowd. Techno music with a heavy beat played courtesy of an attractive young lady who expertly manipulated the soundboard. I watched customers and staff stride back and forth across the room. Unconsciously, they kept step with the beat. It was fun to watch. As we left I decided to bring this to the attention of the DJ. “Do you know how much power you hold over these people?” She laughed as I explained, but there was something in her eye that hinted she would soon begin experimenting. This was Annabelle. She is a lawyer and she finds joy in her evening alter ego.
We will be in Newcastle, a city of 320,000, for the next three days. Along with resting my legs, I intend to rest my “pen“. We will then spend three days in Liverpool before taking charge of our narrowboat in Middlewich.
Thank you for being a part of this journey. Stay tuned.