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Now available at boots and at duerX.co. UK. A few weeks ago on a rainy Monday afternoon I took a train towards Liverpool from the village where I live.

This train is for Liverpool Central.

Then from the city centre I took another train out to the suburbs that stretch along the river Mersey to the east of Liverpool.

I got off at a station called Eggbuth and started walking away from the train line through the rainy streets.

There was a main road not far away. I could hear the rumble of traffic, but these leafy avenues were quiet.

I could hear birdsong and the rattle of rain in the mature trees that grow out of the pavements here.

Already I was slipping into sloothing mode and these trees were a clue.

The trunks were thick and gnarled and the canopy spread wide.

They're far older than some of the houses that sit in their shade,

some of which looked like they were built in the last couple of decades.

I rounded a final corner and came into a street with low-rise modern flats on one side

and Liverpool Cricket Club's ground on the other.

So far, so conventional.

You could find the same kind of buildings in a thousand other suburban streets across Britain.

But as I got further south,

closer to the river, the houses changed.

Now they were big, gracious multi-story buildings, set back and shielded from the road by an imposing stone wall.

The frontages were white, the sash windows large, and the gardens mature.

I was nearly at my destination.

Finally, I stopped in front of a particular gate at the address I'd researched and marked on the map before setting off.

The house looked like all the others in the row,

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