This time to Liverpool Cathedral by road rather than rail.

I have been too busy with adventures, medical appointments (mum), volunteering with the National Trust and a local school that I havn’t had time  share my recent adventures in detail.

More coming soon…

On Bank Holiday Monday we drove to Liverpool to visit the Doctor Who Worlds of Wonder exhibition. The exhibition, which is housed in The World Museum; explores the science behind the Doctor Who TV series that first aired in 1963. As well as exploring the science, the exhibition also explores how some of the aliens were inspired by nature and some of the alien worlds where Doctor Who episodes were set.

We arrived in Liverpool and found the perfect parking spot, leaving us plenty of time to get to the museum for the time we had booked our tickets. However, we could not find signs to the museum so we entered the nearest museum to ask for directions. The lady we spoke gave us detailed directions and told us it was 20 minutes walk away. Mr C opted to drive rather than walk. The new carpark only allowed payment by phone app. Twenty minutes later the app had still not allowed payment; the payment procedure kept going around in a loop. During this frustrating process Mr C managed to drop his phone and damage it. This was even more frustrating because it was a new phone just a few days old.

We had to move the car yet again to a car park that allowed more conventional payment methods. We walked to the museum and had lunch before entering the exhibition an hour and half late! The exhibition was excellent, although we would have liked a bit more of Doctor Who himself. Afterwards, we explored other exhibit halls in the museum, particularly enjoying the Egyptian display.

On our way home, Mr C said he wanted a cup of tea so we stopped at Cheshire Oaks. I think he secretly had some shops in mind too. The place was heaving and for me it was a living hell but luckily I was able to find the perfect seat in an oasis of calm that allowed me to watch the madness swirl around me. A merry band of starlings were searching for crumbs under the tables and around our feet. They were delightful to see so close up. One hopped up from the floor, then onto the bench next to Mr C before hopping onto our table. Only now realising that we were there, it launched itself into  a skiddy upward flight accompanied by an alarmed squeaky chirp.