Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

Gwladysover said:
Morning all bit gloomy here, that’s the weather and me. Our elderly neighbour passed away a couple of years ago, he was 94 and had lived there many years. His garden was his pride and joy, fruit trees, ornamental arches etc. surrounded by mature hedges. It’s quite a large garden being at the end of a cul-de-sac and is visible from our back bedroom window. I used to love looking at it. I say used to because the new occupants have removed everything. Over the last couple of days it has been paved and now a fence is being erected. I know gardening isn’t for everyone through lack of interest or time but to obliterate everything seems excessive and makes me a bit sad. I’m just glad Dennis isn’t here to see it.
Have a good day, all💙
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Some things hurt .
 

larbert toffee said:
I'm not a gardener by any stretch of the imagination but long hours at work took it's toll on the garden purely time down to my lack of time effort., fast forward and with partial retirement and retirement money I have a new patio and pergola, I've shaped all of the bushes and small hedges I thought were boring, painted the fences, bought bedding and trellis plants that have brought colour and life back to the garden.
It is something more manageable I can now keep ticking over with a bit of weekend maintenance and somewhere we're no longer embarrassed about, it's now a nice place to sit and take in the active bird and insect life.
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Do you have any water as that is the biggest draw for wildlife ,well done you will find more peace there than you think .
 
Armaghtoffee said:
What’s the best way for me to go to the Wirral from Liverpool? I’m in Liverpool for a few days in October and think I’ll go to watch Tranmere play on the Saturday afternoon.
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You can get the 471/472 bus from Liverpool, ask the driver for the Singleton Avenue stop, and it's about a five minute walk.

471 - Arriva

471 - Arriva
www.merseytravel.gov.uk www.merseytravel.gov.uk

472 - Stagecoach

472 - Stagecoach
www.merseytravel.gov.uk www.merseytravel.gov.uk
 

Armaghtoffee said:
What’s the best way for me to go to the Wirral from Liverpool? I’m in Liverpool for a few days in October and think I’ll go to watch Tranmere play on the Saturday afternoon.
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And there's more !

The 464 from Liverpool stops virtually outside the ground.

Bus 464 timetables

View the timetable for the 464 bus from Sir Thomas Street to Shorefields / Pollitt Square including bus times and days of operation.
www.merseytravel.gov.uk www.merseytravel.gov.uk

There's two pubs, both seconds away from the ground :

The Prenton Park, haven't been there for ages, but when I was last there it was a bit of a dive.

The Mersey Clipper, at the back of the ground. A Greene King pub, so you know what to expect, which isn't much. But if you just want to wet your whistle, and eat microwave food, it'll do.
 
summerisle said:
And there's more !

The 464 from Liverpool stops virtually outside the ground.

Bus 464 timetables

View the timetable for the 464 bus from Sir Thomas Street to Shorefields / Pollitt Square including bus times and days of operation.
www.merseytravel.gov.uk www.merseytravel.gov.uk

There's two pubs, both seconds away from the ground :

The Prenton Park, haven't been there for ages, but when I was last there it was a bit of a dive.

The Mersey Clipper, at the back of the ground. A Greene King pub, so you know what to expect, which isn't much. But if you just want to wet your whistle, and eat microwave food, it'll do.
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Thanks for this buddy, very helpful.
 
Forgive the long post but OMG! yesterday was quite a day! We travelled approx 40 miles in the same time we could have flown to Los Angeles! So here we go. Had breakfast in our Rhodes hotel - lovely. Taxi to the ferry port - no problem. It was noticeable that Sunday appears to be the day when elderly ladies and young families travel to Symi- some accompanied by bags full of massive loaves of bread. And they all seemed to know each other. Having witnessed the ferry equivalent of an F1 pit stop - drop anchor, handbrake turn using anchor as pivot, reverse into dock then unload and load cars and people in 6 minutes, we set off. So far so good. We arrived at Symi, the elderly ladies and the families all piled off and headed straight to Mass. Some crawling on their knees from the ferry to the church. Les and I swerved Mass and found a bus to get us to the other end of the island where we were staying. The driver assured us he knew where we needed to be. After a trip up and down a mountain with hairpin bends the driver stopped on a building site halfway down the mountain and said ' You are here". This was strange as our apartment described itself as 'on the seafront'. Undaunted we continued down the hill to the seafront- we passed a young man who asked us was Symi Town in the direction he was walking. Umm yes, but it has taken us half an hour on a bus and you have to climb a mountain. He assured us he had plenty of water. Anyway we soon discovered we had reached The Wrong Harbour. With advice from a cafe owner, a sailor and a man in a garage we established that we needed to get another bus to the next harbour. So we did. We arrived, found our apartment and knocked. No reply. We knocked louder, a possibly stoned/ just woke up/ having some personal private time gentleman with some fetching nasal piercings and holding a pair of Calvin Klein undies in one hand, peered through a shutter. His English was limited - basically boiled down to I know nothing, go away. I then spotted a door adjacent to the apartments. It was unlocked. I opened it and ended up in somebody's front room! 'Go away, this is a house' I went away. We adjourned to a nearby hotel for a beer and a strategy meeting. We also had no WiFi signal. I went into the hotel to ask if I could use their WiFi. I explained our situation. The guy on reception, who had beautiful eyes and is my new favourite person, told me this happens a lot. He rang the apartment owners. We had another beer. The apartment owners turned up, we got in. We also met our now fully dressed neighbour sitting outside in the sun and apologised profusely to him. So we are here. Symi is stunning and I never did find out what the bread was for.
 
anjelikaferrett said:
Forgive the long post but OMG! yesterday was quite a day! We travelled approx 40 miles in the same time we could have flown to Los Angeles! So here we go. Had breakfast in our Rhodes hotel - lovely. Taxi to the ferry port - no problem. It was noticeable that Sunday appears to be the day when elderly ladies and young families travel to Symi- some accompanied by bags full of massive loaves of bread. And they all seemed to know each other. Having witnessed the ferry equivalent of an F1 pit stop - drop anchor, handbrake turn using anchor as pivot, reverse into dock then unload and load cars and people in 6 minutes, we set off. So far so good. We arrived at Symi, the elderly ladies and the families all piled off and headed straight to Mass. Some crawling on their knees from the ferry to the church. Les and I swerved Mass and found a bus to get us to the other end of the island where we were staying. The driver assured us he knew where we needed to be. After a trip up and down a mountain with hairpin bends the driver stopped on a building site halfway down the mountain and said ' You are here". This was strange as our apartment described itself as 'on the seafront'. Undaunted we continued down the hill to the seafront- we passed a young man who asked us was Symi Town in the direction he was walking. Umm yes, but it has taken us half an hour on a bus and you have to climb a mountain. He assured us he had plenty of water. Anyway we soon discovered we had reached The Wrong Harbour. With advice from a cafe owner, a sailor and a man in a garage we established that we needed to get another bus to the next harbour. So we did. We arrived, found our apartment and knocked. No reply. We knocked louder, a possibly stoned/ just woke up/ having some personal private time gentleman with some fetching nasal piercings and holding a pair of Calvin Klein undies in one hand, peered through a shutter. His English was limited - basically boiled down to I know nothing, go away. I then spotted a door adjacent to the apartments. It was unlocked. I opened it and ended up in somebody's front room! 'Go away, this is a house' I went away. We adjourned to a nearby hotel for a beer and a strategy meeting. We also had no WiFi signal. I went into the hotel to ask if I could use their WiFi. I explained our situation. The guy on reception, who had beautiful eyes and is my new favourite person, told me this happens a lot. He rang the apartment owners. We had another beer. The apartment owners turned up, we got in. We also met our now fully dressed neighbour sitting outside in the sun and apologised profusely to him. So we are here. Symi is stunning and I never did find out what the bread was for.
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Brilliant ,set me up for the day with a smile. Have a great time ,I think you might need google maps .
 

anjelikaferrett said:
Forgive the long post but OMG! yesterday was quite a day! We travelled approx 40 miles in the same time we could have flown to Los Angeles! So here we go. Had breakfast in our Rhodes hotel - lovely. Taxi to the ferry port - no problem. It was noticeable that Sunday appears to be the day when elderly ladies and young families travel to Symi- some accompanied by bags full of massive loaves of bread. And they all seemed to know each other. Having witnessed the ferry equivalent of an F1 pit stop - drop anchor, handbrake turn using anchor as pivot, reverse into dock then unload and load cars and people in 6 minutes, we set off. So far so good. We arrived at Symi, the elderly ladies and the families all piled off and headed straight to Mass. Some crawling on their knees from the ferry to the church. Les and I swerved Mass and found a bus to get us to the other end of the island where we were staying. The driver assured us he knew where we needed to be. After a trip up and down a mountain with hairpin bends the driver stopped on a building site halfway down the mountain and said ' You are here". This was strange as our apartment described itself as 'on the seafront'. Undaunted we continued down the hill to the seafront- we passed a young man who asked us was Symi Town in the direction he was walking. Umm yes, but it has taken us half an hour on a bus and you have to climb a mountain. He assured us he had plenty of water. Anyway we soon discovered we had reached The Wrong Harbour. With advice from a cafe owner, a sailor and a man in a garage we established that we needed to get another bus to the next harbour. So we did. We arrived, found our apartment and knocked. No reply. We knocked louder, a possibly stoned/ just woke up/ having some personal private time gentleman with some fetching nasal piercings and holding a pair of Calvin Klein undies in one hand, peered through a shutter. His English was limited - basically boiled down to I know nothing, go away. I then spotted a door adjacent to the apartments. It was unlocked. I opened it and ended up in somebody's front room! 'Go away, this is a house' I went away. We adjourned to a nearby hotel for a beer and a strategy meeting. We also had no WiFi signal. I went into the hotel to ask if I could use their WiFi. I explained our situation. The guy on reception, who had beautiful eyes and is my new favourite person, told me this happens a lot. He rang the apartment owners. We had another beer. The apartment owners turned up, we got in. We also met our now fully dressed neighbour sitting outside in the sun and apologised profusely to him. So we are here. Symi is stunning and I never did find out what the bread was for.
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All's well that ends well! I assume the bread was for all the other people wandering around, looking for their apartment...
 
Armaghtoffee said:
What’s the best way for me to go to the Wirral from Liverpool? I’m in Liverpool for a few days in October and think I’ll go to watch Tranmere play on the Saturday afternoon.
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When are you up mate? If it coincides with my trip maybe we can grab a quick coffee.

Also not sure whether you noticed but Mag Bay dropped a couple of songs on streaming last week and they're rather good, Definite chill out vibes. Plus (I know I'm mad) I stayed up to 3am Friday watching the girts play a set at All Things Go festival DC and they dropped a couple of new tracks off the upcoming album which I love. Somebody's posted the official stream on YouTube if you get a chance to watch it before it's taken down.
 

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