Train, train!

Rolling right round the bend. Down to that Liverpool. So, we dumped the bags and got a bit of lunch at some tapas place at the Albert Dock before getting on the open top bus. We were the only four on it upstairs apart from out guide, the lovely Donna. A personal tour. Back to the dock and a good gander round the Tate. I think I actually enjoyed the Turner prize shortlist, which was a bit unexpected. Probably just the quietude kicking in.
Then there were more eats before … the Cavern Club. Well, it had to be done. And the sing along Beatles stuff was just fine and dandy. Later though, it all turned a bit Oasisy. In Liverpool?! I mean, Atomic Kitten before that, surely.