The lady on the Passport Office ‘helpline’ threw me into a panic when she said you need 3 months spare on your passport to fly abroad. I seem to remember this rule from years ago! My passport runs out in October and I will be in France most of September so I hurriedly booked an appointment at the Liverpool office for a one day application. Yesterday a quick round from the PO with form to a photo booth in Azda to my neighbour for counter signing. All a trifle stressful to ensure accuracy. A subsequent phonecall to the French Embassy, they speak French!, informed me more accurately that for the EU you can travel up to the final day on your passport. Still I had an appointment for today so let’s get it done with. On an early Sunday morning the drive past the port to the Passport Office was easy. Last time the office was in the old India Building but has now been transfered to a shiny block in a sea of tall glass buildings. All was very efficient, I had filled in the form correctly, Phew! Just pay the fee and come back at 1PM for your treasured new passport.
The last time we were in Liverpool [see post – https://bowlandclimber.wordpress.com/2013/11/16/a-busy-weekend-a-long-post-of-short-walks-art-and-restaurants/%5D we had ended up with a quick visit to the Walker Gallery to view some early Hockney paintings. I promised myself a return to sample the rest of their extensive collection, one of Europe’s finest, today was that day.
First a coffee in the ground floor cafe to unwind and then from Medieval to Modern, Holbein to Hockney, in 15 galleries. Along the way Rembrandt, Gainsborough, Turner, Millais, Monet, Cezanne, Matisse, Freud, Lowry and up to date with the John Moores 2014 Prize paintings.
In amongst all this was a delightful small exhibition of Edward Wadsworth ‘dazzle ship’ prints. This technique was used in the WW1 to confuse our ships to the enemy. Some colouful arty videos of Mexico enabled me to sit down for a while.
Staggered out and down into the commercialism of Liverpool 1 which seemed to be populated with the dregs of last nights hen and stag parties, not a pretty sight.