Last Saturday we got up early at 6am (what’s new) and set off to the former European Capital of Culture (2008), the utterly beautiful Liverpool for bustling chestnut smelling- Christmas markets and Ice Festival fun in the centre.
I even got to see a few pretty Scouse ladies rocking curlers in their hair during daylight hours!
Aw, hello Liverpool. We just love, love, love you!
I actually got a place to read English at Liverpool Uni but opted for Goldsmiths’, University of London instead as the lure of the Capital was just too much for me, but I did fall head over heels for Merseyside the minute I stepped off the train all those years ago and that adoration has never diminished.
Since moving back to Leeds a few years back, we often take the kids and spend a day or a long the weekend in the city where everything is pretty, clean and well pretty much life affirming. Liverpool makes us happy. There is just something there, for everyone. The people are friendly and kind and it doesn’t hurt that the buildings are so breathtakingly beautiful and Liverpool did of course give birth to the Beatles and Brookside. What’s not to love?
I dare you not to enjoy yourself there. It’s just not possible.
So this is what we did last Saturday:
First up, we danced through the crowds (above) to Christmas carols (enhanced by a romantic snow machine drifting from an open shop window) creating our very own snow-scape, finally arriving at the Liverpool Christmas Market for fudge, hand painted Christmas tree ornaments and lemon et sucre crepes all round. Oh and Mr robot man…
A spot of shopping later (hello over the knee boots from Dune) and oh so sexy figure hugging LBD’s from Miss Selfridge, we zoomed up an escalator into the cold outside breeze of the epic, jaw dropping Ice Festival at Chavasse Park. WOW!
A winter wonderland that refrained from tack (really) we were ushered into Santa’s workshop by Snow Queens on stilts for crafting Christmas card making and face painting. It was the most fun I’ve had in ages. The queue to actually meet Santa was too long but Oliver didn’t seem to mind!
The little dude also relished in having his face painted “A bee please” he asked and wondered through Liverpool so puffed up and proud of his new face and all the attention he was getting, it was adorable.
Then (I know, we packed a lot in) we visited floor after floor of weird and fabulous exhibits at the World Museum, a haven for small minds and big kids with everything from dinosaurs to sea creatures, Egyptians, magic worlds and more. I couldn’t recommend this enough and we look forward to returning again and again. Perfect for inquisitive minds like Oliver’s and mobile babies (Alexander) keen for the tactile and visual experience it so vividly provides.
A quick dinner at Pizza Express followed with a last minute return back to the Ice festival by night in it’s all its Christmas sparkle glory to ride (very fast) teacups and watch other’s (far braver than us) ice skate, before the moon lit our way back to the car.
A truly wondrous, fun filled, festive weekend for all.