Following a stomp across Bidston Hill (well worth a visit) at the weekend, I am ashamed to say that I haven't been to Bidston Village which is only 15 minutes max down the road from me. Until yesterday that is, when on the way back from a meeting I drove there. It is beautiful! Bidston area has a bit of a reputation for being a bit rough but I am always ready to dispute these things.............However, there were three guys drinking tinnies around the memorial (!!) who spotted me and decided to regale me with tales about the part where the hangings occurred. No problem really but they stank of ale and whilst polite, I felt a bit uneasy but hey, I can handle that. I walked around for a while and they were leaving when I passed again. I then went slightly off track to nose at Bidston Hall, when they returned .....having been to collect the children from school! Not meaning to be judgemental (okay, I am) but I can't image why no one at the school challenged them about picking their kids up in that state. Or maybe I can...............
But do not be deterred from visiting this gem, we should cherish it.
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