Breakfast down the lane.

Walking across Sefton Park to Lark Lane from my mums house is something I've done many many times for many many years.  Lark Lane, for those of non Liverpool upbringing, is a bohem eclectic street that carries a wiff of beer, humous and antiques, usually all from the same door. We popped into the now very popular Moon and Pea, a lovely hipster clad cafe with ace coffee, food (cant beat fry-ups for lunch in my books) & a kids chill out corner. Wandering back through the glorious Park, I realised how much I miss this city. Then it rained.