Emerging from the Wallasey tunnel I was rather disappointed with Liverpool. No flags, no bunting and no useful signs.
I had looked forward to seeing some of the refurbished and restored grandeur of the city but a total absence of
brown "local attraction" signs made it difficult. Ok, if I can't visit the sights then show me how to get out of town... but a total absence of green National route signs made that difficult as well.
I did get lots of white signs, local signs
of no use to anyone that has not lived in the city for at least 50 years. I found myself in a rather down-at-heel part. Noticing a sombre looking building with a big gateway that I could pull over into I headed for it, stopped and consulted my maps.
suggested that I look at the sign above the gateway.
"Her Majesty's Prison Walton".
Albert! Hurry! Make good our escape!
Finally escaping imminent incarceration we found Crosby, the leisure centre and it's much-needed
loo. Crosby is Sand, lots of it, stretching to infinity or piled up in huge dunes. Next is Formby, a nice golf club - Royal Birkdale, and sand dunes. Then Southport, a lovely shopping street, very grand and elegant, and a beach, a sahara of a beach, lots of
sand, little sea. Then inland to Preston and back westwards to the Fylde coast.
Lytham is sand. St Annes is sand.