Picture this... you are walking along Lark Lane with your friends and you have never been here before. You never knew it existed. You walk past a healing centre, a crystal shop, many bars and restaurants until you sit down and start to relax and soak the environment in. Then something strange happens... you look at your watch and hours have gone by!
This is the area of the Beatnik. It is still the main meeting place for creatives of all fields, there is a general acceptance and tolerance of all walks of life here, from the eccentric, scruffy millionaire sitting alone having a beer in Keith's only to be joined by a local hoody, musician and off-duty probation officer catching up on old times then meandering into profound, philosophical discussion.
Staring out of the window at Keith's Wine Bar, there will be children unlike any other children in Liverpool. They are not spoilt nor tarnished by the materialistic culture that has engulfed so many. You will see the majority of people are relaxed in their own skins, without judgement, well read, well travelled and above all, from every corner of the globe on this idyllic lane. It is such a shame there isn't a song written about.. hang on.. hmmm! Maybe I'll write one myself.
Lark Lane leads on to Sefton Park, and on a dry day, whether it be the height of summer or the depths of winter, you will see plenty of people. It is a beautiful park, it fills me with wonderful memories of falling in love, taking my daughter there for the first time to feed the swans on the lake, to watching a play at the famous, restored Palm House, see pictured right. George Harrison quietly contributed a substantial amount of money towards the restoration funds. Thank you ever so much George, we all appreciate its aesthetic splendour whilst sprawled out on the grass spending a lazy afternoon with a good book.
Naturally November 5th is another way of saying Sefton Park at 7pm in Liverpool, as the firework display is spectacular, played in sync to classical music and packed out. It is very wise to get to Lark Lane early for some dinner and a couple of drinks before the display, as it is quite common to miss the whole thing due to traffic jams from all directions! I should know and with a back seat full of crying kids for the whole journey home, it really tested my patience.
This is Sefton Park's shimmering lake, littered with ducks and swans on a quaint summer's day. My father, a photographer and lover of Sefton Park comes here hail, rain or shine just to capture pictures like this. He has allowed me to use some of his photographs. If you would like to see more, visit his fine arts gallery here. http://www.colour-splash.com/
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