Day 13 of our voyage. LIVERPOOL and it is raining.
We moved my long kennel early this morning from Litherland as far as we could go to the centre of Liverpool. It was over cast and threatening rain. This journey took about an hour through a litter strewn stretch of canal. We arrived at the end, a basin called Eldonian. There was no body else there. It was devoid of boats. This was the terminus of the Leeds – Liverpool canal until the Link was completed. We were not allowed on the Link because we had not booked our passage. We therefore left Albert my long kennel and walked to Albert Dock.
This is where we would have taken my long kennel had we been allowed. It would no doubt have been an interesting journey and we would have been a little closer to the centre of things and possibly a lot drier. There seemed to be plenty of room for us to moor but that is the way it is. They tried.
We wandered around Albert Dock they popped into The Tate and we walked in the rain to The Walker Gallery, specifically my owners wanted to see an exhibition of work by Rolf Harris. Guess what, his exhibition finished last Sunday!
They do not seem to be having much luck in Liverpool. On arrival at The Walker Gallery I was clearly not going to be allowed in, being a dog. As we were wet and tired and it was tipping down my bearded one asked the concierge very nicely if he and I could rest just inside the door on a vacant bench whilst my long haired one and Rhylva investigated the art gallery. “is it a blind dog?” I heard the man say my bearded one replied “no” and then to no one in particular he muttered, “if he were, I would probably not bring him to an art gallery”. Mr Jobsworth would not allow us in and so we waited in the drafty and slightly damp entrance and stared at the concierge through the open automatic doors that for some reason refused to close.
I heard my owners say a place for lunch with a wet dog was likely to be a challenge. I was beginning to feel a burden, In the event we happened upon “The Cavern” arguably one of Liverpool’s most famous venues. My bearded one asked the lady proprietor if we might have lunch with a small well behaved dog under the table and after some discussion it was agreed that they could have lunch on top of the table, if I behaved, sat under it and got nothing – as usual.
We hailed a taxi back to my long kennel as I was quite tired. After a reviving cup of tea, Rhylva got a taxi to the railway station as she was leaving us today.
Alone, we left Eldonian village and returned to our safe overnight mooring at bridge 2j at Litherland. We were again advised that it was unwise to moor in downtown Liverpool at night.
My photos today are: The Liver building, me at The Cavern and me in a taxi.
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