At the weekend, we took a trip up to Liverpool. As my lovely, crazy scouse Grandma hailed from Liverpool, the city feels like home to us – it really makes me feel sentimental spending time there. There’s something about seeing the city skyline, the beautiful architecture and the Albert Docks that gives me warm, fuzzy feelings – and that’s before we even start on how magical it is to sit in the crowd at Anfield and experience that famous atmosphere.
The weekend was spent reminiscing…crying, laughing, and sharing memories. We also squeezed in a bit of shopping and a lovely dinner before heading home. It was a lovely, bittersweet trip to one of my favourite cities.
Hanging out with one of my favourites, number 37, Martin Skrtel