I had heard tales of Sefton Park. I had heard it whispered in dark corners and shouted high across mountains. Well, no I had actually just heard it from my roommates as being a really nice park. I thought I had passed it on my way to the Brookhouse but I was wrong. That was not Sefton Park, that was just a park. One thing I am finding out about Liverpool is that they like their parks and they will put one just about anywhere. I only learned a few days ago that my street is not full of houses, you walk down it and bam no more houses but a nice walking path! Well, I'll talk about that another time. Let's discover Sefton Park together.
Heading down Elmswood Road, a piece of cake. It's all downhill. Regretted this a little when I was walking back.
Along my walk I came across the Palm House which is a three tiered greenhouse. It contains several different exotic plant species. I was not able to go inside as I had timed my walk poorly and they were closing. I was only able to walk around the greenhouse and admire the statues that surround it.
Similar also to London's Piccadilly Circus there is a replica of the Eros fountain. Liverpool and London have a lot in common in Sefton Park.'s Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I finished my walk back where I started and said farewell to Sefton Park for the day before heading home. I'll go back soon for there are parts unexplored and promises of summer picnics.