Clever old me took my camera back to Merseyside with me the weekend before last. Not so clever old me left my memory card in Leeds. Whoops. Luckily my Dad is well equipped for this sort of Kaz-mishap (after he'd got so frustrated after I'd repeatedly forgotten to charge my camera battery before leaving the house for day trips that he decided the only sensible option would be to buy me a spare one...) and lent me one of his memory cards. What a hero. The downside of this was that he didn't get around to sending me the pictures for a week or so, but it was a nice surprise to have these beauties land in my inbox when I'd long forgotten to nag him about them.
Anyway, enough stories about my lack of brain cells. These pictures are from a trip to The Palm House at Sefton Park in Liverpool. I'd only ever been here once before when I was about 12, but suggested it as an ideal little stop off on our travels around the city as I remembered it as being lovely and warm inside and full of beautiful colours. Everything that the outside world wasn't on that day so I figured it was exactly what we needed. Liverpool seemed to have a really terrible habit in the past of neglecting or closing down its historic and beautiful sights, the Palm House included, but luckily some bright spark saw a bit of sense and decided to restore this place to its former glory.
(little bit too obsessed with this song at the moment...)