Breakfast in Mollington. A spread is laid out before me. I’m just keeping out of the way whilst everyone else sorts things out. I won’t need lunch. I often don’t need lunch tbh. This morning we are headed into the Peul to do a tour of the Liver Building. We only knew it was a thing because we were chatting to some tourists in the Strugglers in Lincoln and they mentioned that they’d been.
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Liver building tour was v good fair play. Good views from the top and quite interesting to stand inside the clock tower. THG shot off to see her cousin and I went for a stroll to the Albert Dock and thence to Instanboule barbers on Dale St just around the corner from the hotel. Had a haircut and a shave including the full “wax treatment”. Boy does it hurt, albeit momentarily.
Checked in to the hotel. They gave us the best room in the house. Unfortunately this turned out to have dial up speed internet access and no mobile connectivity. I checked with the desk and was told that indeed the internet access is pants here.I don’t think I’ve noticed it before having stayed here quite a few times.
They moved us to what I thought was actually a nicer room but with equally crap wifi. This time though I got 40Mbps on mobile data so am relying on that for connectivity. Expecting THG back in 45 mins or so after which we are off out for a couple of sherberts and a kebab before going to see The Rocky Horror Show at The Liverpool Empire. Forty five quid a pop. Has Jason Donovan in it apaz.
In conclusion, ten years ago we finished day 4 of the coast walk. THG came to meet us in Shap and we celebrated with a sit in fish and chips with a bring your own bottle of plonk. Feet were killing me.