The sky was grey and miserable but our spirits remained high and unbroken. Perhaps it was the sugar rush from the sticky toffee pudding muffin that I’d just devoured, or it could have been the natural high of taking the day off, I don’t know. Either way, the torrential rain beating against our legs, and gale force winds pushing us along like power walkers only added to the adventure.
A day off that was long overdue saw a spur of the moment trip to the Tate at Liverpool. We meandered around an exhibition and then stood on the docks and watched boats rise and fall on the water. We drank oversized caramel soya lattes and witnessed a man in his fifties carrying out graffiti. Taking a trip down memory lane, we stood outside Cream as Ian recollected stories from the days before we’d found each other.
We ate soup and gluten free bread at a vegetarian restaurant called MelloMello, although after my impulse muffin purchase, some of the bread lay abandoned on my plate. Not a bad thing really, as I gave it up a few months ago. Apparently. Underneath the restaurant I was intrigued by the rabbit warren like corridors and toliets where the walls seemed to be covered with crazy reclaimed wood.
As we headed back into the cold afternoon air, we stopped off for one more caramel soya latte before finally heading back to the car. With the caffeine high replacing the sugar rush, and the torrential rain pelting down hard on the windscreen, we headed home to bring our spur of the moment adventure to a close.
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