I was about to write a blog post on Sunday evening about how wonderful the weather in Liverpool is, so unexpectedly warm for this time of the year and for this part of the world.
“Liverpool defies the British weather stereotype,” I was ready to tell everyone, and “the sun is shining over the brick walls, the tended English gardens and the magpies which are supervising the park.”
Then came Monday morning. I was freezing. I pulled my hat and my gloves on, horrified by the sight of an old lady in sandals. The wind had stuck a young woman’s blouse to her upper body, as she was hurrying to cross the street. I was cold all day. The evening was rainy, at first drizzling then streams of water and dead leaves were hurrying into the drains. My feet were still dry but my jeans, my gloves and my morale were soaked.
Tuesday morning, before going to work, I knew I had to prepare. Boots (still a bit wet from the night before), woolen jumper and raincoat. I replaced the hat with headsets so I can hear a podcast about people trying to communicate with dolphins. It was cloudy, it looked as it might rain. I felt a bit warm but I thought of the torrents of rain from the night before and thought myself lucky that I packed my boots with me when I left Romania three weeks ago.
As the hours passed by the sky was getting clearer and brighter. The wind stopped. Birkenhead park, which I cross everyday between home and work, was superb. Squirrels were watching from the branches above, bulldogs and labradors were walking their masters, a couple was out running. I could have shared their relaxed mood. I could have enjoyed the warmth and admired the foliage in the sun, but I was boiling in my boots and my wool jumper. I took my raincoat off, only to realise that I’d rather be too hot than have to carry something.
Living in Britain: I still have some adjustments to make.
Liverpool feels like a really great place. What’s not to like? I live in an old Victorian house, with rosemary and thyme in the back garden. I work in an office with lots of jolly ladies, there are plenty of free art galleries (which I still have to explore) and the beach is a few train stops away. But it doesn’t feel like home yet. Not with this weather.
I’ll be posting new photos of Liverpool on my photoblog – check it out at manuelaboghian.tumblr.com