It occurred to me that, by adding ‘spurs’ on to a couple of bits of the walk I’ve already done, and when the time comes navigating to a particular site in Warwickshire, I could join up Edge Hill (the University) with Edge Hill (the Liverpool district) and Edge Hill (the Civil War battleground.)
With this in mind, I walked from my house (which is on the Southport to Brighton route) to the University (as I do many times each year to go to work and earn a living.)
There are pictures here. Our home is in a standard suburban street, spookily similar to the one I was brought up in.
(In 1974 a dog jumped in the garden of one of these houses, a moment I know through the random ghost magic of Flickr.)
I walked through a park, which has some municipal wildness
and a bandstand that for some reason reminds me of workaday American small towns, perhaps because there’s a bandstand in the film Groundhog Day
I passed Morrisons
where someone had left this flower
walked down St Helens Road and entered the University campus, where trees dating from the 1930s surround new buildings
and the architecture has created miniature Zen gardens, such as this little area, where leaves have been massaged by the captive wind into a temporary heart shape.