Conversations of moments…..


Yesterday, visiting Liverpool with a friend, we went to see the Pirate Festival at the Albert Docks and also found time to climb the hill to see the Metropolitan Cathedral.

We were invited in to join the end of a special service and as the doors swooshed behind us the choir were in full flow singing ‘You’ll never walk alone’. The words ‘Walk on, walk on, With hope in your heart, And you’ll never walk alone, You’ll never walk alone’ echoed around this magnificent building and my heart was caught. The stained glass tower and side panels shoot light everywhere and as the final hymn was being sung a shaft of red light shot across the pews were we were standing.

Down at the docks there were tall ships re-enacting a pirate battle and many people dressed up to entertain the crowds for the weekend. The pirates there were shining reflections for Johnny Depp. I heard one lady comment to her friend, as they walked behind her beautifully attired husband, ‘I married a pirate and he will always be a pirate’. The tall ship that was recently used when they filmed the latest Poldark series had sailed up to be the highlight of the weekend’s fun. She is beautiful and sailed around the dock to Khachaturian’s Spartacus, the theme tune to an old series called The Onedin Line. This music has a special significance for my sister and I stood there watching her sail, thinking of Debs and the moments we have had lately. Her daughter has given birth to her first baby and Debs and I were sharing the memories of when the new Mum was a baby herself.


We travelled to and from Liverpool across The Mersey, which seemed fitting given the watery theme of the day. There is a ferry that Sir Peter Blake designed as a testament to the decorated ships in WWII. She is a blaze of colour and it was wonderful to sit on the prow and feel the salty wind, as the sun shone down on us. A conversation with nature and different perspectives of this beautiful part of the world.


It’s all light: light from the singing, the stained glass, the congregation, the ships, the water, the music and the Razzle Dazzle. ❤

Flips and flops….

Salthouse Docks

Yesterday was a ‘day’ of the unexpected which saw me unintentionally taking the scenic route on the ferry, walking a lot in Liverpool where I got lost several times (rescued by a map from the bus station bless them), drenched with rain often in the afternoon, handling some unfortunate personal comments from a soul who would have been better served staying silent, experiencing a ‘tumbleweed’ moment when my writing ‘bombed’ at writing group, discovering that the little craft shop I walked a long way to locate had closed and well, you get the drift….

Nestled in this little lot were three absolute gems and you know what, they are the moments that my heart carries forward.

I met a gentleman at the bus stop on the way to the ferry port. Edward was standing there ramrod straight, looking so smart in a suit and we smiled at each other. In seconds we established that his hearing aids were being mended so he was totally deaf and we both lived in the same street. Through a mixture of hand signals, smiles, gestures and lip reading we nattered while waiting for the bus and then on the bus journey. We shared his trials and tribulations on how he was handling the so called ‘care’ company who ran his sheltered housing, his war years and childhood and our bus driver, who was obviously having a bad day. He threatened to drive away and leave us standing there if we didn’t hurry up and board his bus, the daft duck. Now the last thing that Edward can do is move with speed, so we were both charming, stayed calm and remembered to gracefully thank him when we got off. Edward was a delight. We both got the giggles when the driver got ratty with another passenger and she threatened to belt him with her shopping trolley.

Unexpectedly, I got a message from my friend Sandra the night before to say that mutual friends of ours were visiting Liverpool and were berthed on their narrowboat in Salthouse Docks and wondered if I was free to visit. I found Sue and Ken late in the afternoon and we had a wonderful catch-up. We all met originally at a creative writers group held in Bedford Library over six years ago now. It was a lovely group and we had such fun every Saturday morning for six weeks. We carried on meeting up when the course ended and used to take it in turns to hold our gatherings in each others homes. There was a theme and funnily enough it wasn’t writing. Food and drink became a source of much pleasure and yes, we would talk about writing, but the sharing of each other’s daily happenings, histories, different foods and travels bonded us all together. I have memories of much laughter, helpless at times, and two special ones will always be tucked in my heart. The classic evening of blind tasting of homemade sloe drinks, which included vodka, white rum and gin. Lots of sips were required till we were able to decide which one we liked best and votes were cast. Slight memory loss at that stage of the game and bless Undala for being our driver that night. Then on a sunny, summery Saturday, Ken and Sue took us all out on their narrowboat and we travelled from Bedford marina through to Great Barford where we stopped for a picnic on the riverbank and then we came back again. I loved it, every single minute of it. I went to the back of the boat with Ken and he taught me how to steer and navigate the locks and told his wonderful stories about his RAF and sea rescue helicopter pilot days. He’s a natural teacher and raconteur and we laughingly caught the ribald comments coming from the front of the boat as our happy passengers charted our progress. Sparkly memories. Sue writes about their journeys on a delightful blog called ‘Boatwif’ and more loving memories were made yesterday.

Rather weary I arrived home last night as Lynn laughingly greeted me with ‘And what time do you call this?’. She shared the news that we have two actors coming to stay next week and we nattered about how we would flow with this. My response was ‘Ohhh do you think they will gift us some spare tickets, not that I would dream of asking, but it’s a thought isn’t it? Joseph and His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat….happy days. I pottered up the stairs and made her giggle with my parting shot….’Lynn, that means we will have two men in the house and possible singing’.

Loving notes………


Lynn left work early on Friday and came home with flowers, glorious roses, which now nestle in one of her jugs in my little sitting room upstairs. They are beside Em’s beautiful bowl she made when she was young and Jojo, my sister in law’s, gifted butterfly picture. I smile every time I look over there.

It has been a busy week and as Friday afternoon unfolded, with continuing techie problems flowing through, I messaged HQ at 4pm-ish and let them know that I was cutting loose. Loving messages and ‘Bon voyages’ were exchanged and I followed an impulse. About forty minutes walk along the promenade from home one of the ferries to Liverpool shuttle back and forth. I set off and caught it for the first time since I moved here. It’s a ten minute ride across The Mersey and I could feel the week lifting off and away as I stood ‘up top’ and at the front holding the rail. I loved every second of it. It berths at the docks in Liverpool and I trusted my instincts to guide me up through the city to one of my favourite haunts. Liverpool’s Central Library. Sigh….. I have not been able to settle into a book for some time now and it was time to ease past this situation. I pottered inside and picked up quite a few books, then bought a coffee and headed up to the roof terrace. You’ll love this bit, as I got so engrossed in the first book I picked up, I completely lost track of time. It started to get a bit chilly and I gathered myself together and walked back through the city to the docks. There I watched the ferry sailing across towards home. The realisation that it was the last one that day dawned on me as no-one else was waiting and also, all the roller shutters were down on the gangway and the cafe was closed. ‘Ahhh…’ I thought as I stood there, ‘Right, now where’s the nearest train station?’ I found it and was soon settled on a train, reading again, as I headed for home. When I got back, Lynn chuckled sympathetically and gave me a ferry timetable. On this unplanned adventure I discovered new parts of the city and also, if I buy a ‘day saver’ ticket I can go on the local buses, trains and on a ferry excursion cruise which lasts fifty minutes. Now there’s a cracking thought for another day. Marvelous.

This weekend I have been creating and finishing off various projects in readiness to stock a space in a local craft shop. I also spent a lot of time reading and have finished one book already, which was bliss.

Probably going hand in hand with the reading, I have not been writing much either. I pushed myself and offered to write an article for a friend’s online magazine this week. I asked him what subject he would like me to cover and his reply was ‘Whatever you want to Jane’. I had a look and saw that the current contributors are all trained in various spiritual practices and disciplines and this is what they write about. This walloped me right out of my comfort zone, as I am untrained. I managed to avoid writing anything yesterday and then as today started I pottered about and had a ponder. I was untrained in furniture restoration and re-holstering, but I had a go. I work each day reaching out a loving hand to those in difficulties, which works best when I get out of the way of it and just let my spirit guides do their lovely thing. So I went into that mode to write. I sat here at my desk, watched the clouds for a while and breathed, then got out of the way of myself and let the words flow. There is so much written about writing tips and whatnot and the one thing I have found is not to write as if someone is reading it as you write. Try not to logic it. So, I said ‘Hello’ to my heart and spirit and then let go as it flowed. I will keep you all posted on whether this 1,000 odd worded flow will be accepted or not.

Spring is here and I am walking each morning in the freshness of the day, then coming back to this lovely home and seeing what blossoms forth. Whatever happens it all springs from love. ❤