After my road trip through Ireland, I made my way to Liverpool, a city that has always held a special place in my heart. This visit in 2016 was just a stopover before heading down to London, but somehow Liverpool always feels like more than just a stop.
I think it’s because I spent my student years not too far from here, studying at Lancaster University. Back then, I used to visit Liverpool often, and I can’t fully explain why I loved it so much. Maybe it’s the energy, maybe it’s the river air, or maybe it’s simply that the city has a character that doesn’t try too hard. And yes, being a Liverpool FC supporter definitely added a little something to that love too 😆❤️.
I landed early that morning, a couple of hours before my hotel check-in time, so I wandered into the city centre and found a cosy local coffee shop. Sitting there with a warm cup in hand, watching people on their way to work, felt strangely familiar, almost like stepping back into an old chapter of my life.
Once I’d shaken off the travel sleepiness, I headed down to one of my favourite places in Liverpool, the Liverpool FC store. I grabbed a few goodies for my brothers, who are massive footie fans and die-hard Liverpool supporters. It was the perfect way to ease into my morning in the city.
After that, I made my way back toward my hotel, picked up something small to eat for later, and once check-in opened, I got to my room, checked in properly, and rested for the afternoon, just letting myself unwind a bit before heading out again later.
Later that afternoon, drifting into early evening, I headed out again.
I wandered through the city centre, and the first thing I noticed, or rather heard, was that beautiful Scouser accent. I still find it a little hard to understand at first, but somehow I always manage to get it. There’s just something about the way Liverpudlians speak that instantly brings the city to life.
I continued walking through the city centre and made my way down to the waterfront toward Albert Dock. As I walked, things seemed different yet somehow the same. Liverpool has this realness to it, a rawness you don’t always see in bigger cities. It’s definitely not London, and that’s the beauty of it. You feel the city as it is, not dressed up or polished, just genuine, familiar, and full of character.
Being down at the waterfront brought back so many memories. The River Mersey looked so big, but then again, it was always big.
I think the gloomy weather just made it feel a little different that day. Not that I was expecting sunny vibes, because this is Liverpool and the weather does what it wants, but even in the grey, there was something comforting about standing there again, looking out at the same river I remembered from years ago.
I continued walking along the waterfront and through Albert Dock, everything feeling familiar in the best way. I wandered by the water, passed the old Pumphouse, and made my way down toward the Wheel of Liverpool. I even walked past The Beatles Story Museum. I had visited it years ago, and it was pretty cool back then, so seeing it again brought a little smile.
Another reason Liverpool sits so close to my heart is because my mom was a huge Beatles fan back in her day.
When she visited me in the UK years ago, I really wanted to take her to The Beatles Story Museum. We planned it, got excited, and then a snowstorm hit. The roads were bad, trains were cancelled, and we never made it.
So every time I’m in Liverpool, there’s a part of me that remembers that almost trip with my mom, and it makes the city feel even more special.
I hope I can show her Liverpool and the museum one day. It would mean so much to share that part of the city with her.
From there, I looped back along the other side of Albert Dock and headed into the city centre once more.
I continued wandering through the streets and made my way over to Mathew Street, the heart of Liverpool’s nightlife scene. It’s known for its buzzing pubs and iconic music venues, including The Cavern Club where The Beatles used to perform.
I wandered through the street, letting the lights and music guide me, and eventually passed Liverpool Town Hall. It looked almost magical at night, softly lit against the dark sky.
I had already grabbed dinner earlier, so after soaking up the atmosphere, it was a quiet night in for me. The perfect cosy end to a long travel day.
The next morning, well, late morning, I stopped at a little American-style breakfast spot. It was pretty cool inside, with big moose horns hanging as chandeliers. I kept it simple: back bacon, eggs, tomato, and some bread on the side. Just enough to fuel me up before catching my train to London.
Before leaving, I did one last slow walk through the city centre, taking in the streets, the sounds, and the feeling of Liverpool one more time. Then I made my way to the train station. It was a short visit, but such a memorable one. Oh Liverpool, you always hold a special place in my heart.
Looking back, it still amazes me how this little journey started in Ireland, winding through Doolin, Galway, and Dublin, and then brought me here to Liverpool, adding its own memories along the way.
If you missed my other chapters in my little journey through The Series of One, here they are:
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