I don’t really have a favourite city. We don’t visit cities often, we both hate the crowds, the incessant movement, the hustle and bustle of people in city centers. It is one place that is guaranteed to bring out Mr H’s “fuck off” face. We are lucky in some ways, as we live in between two city’s, and we can easily travel to either Manchester or Liverpool. Both of us have worked in Manchester, I only did it for 3 months but Mr H worked there for about 3 years. I’m not exaggerating when I say it nearly destroyed him.
While Liverpool and Manchester are our nearest cities we can also get to Chester and Lancaster in less than an hour. We are surrounded by historic and beautiful cities and yet I am not thrilled by the idea of visiting any of them.
The trouble with going to the city.
I visited Liverpool a few times (mostly for a Hollywood waxing) and the Walker Art Gallery is a lovely way to pass a few hours – well it used to be.
These days journeys to the city are marred by the inconvenience of the wheelchair. Trains are convenient for city visits because you don’t have to worry about parking, which is generally extortionate, but now we have to factor the wheelchair into that. I know trains have ramps that the conductor will put on for you but I mean really, who wants the whole carriage watching while someone tries to push your chair up a steep incline? And then there’s getting off the train when you arrive….
So now we drive. Well Mr H drives, which he doesn’t like to do, and I try to not feel guilty for putting him in this position.
Then there’s the people. The workers who are only interested in getting from a to b as fast as possible. Wheelchairs are invisible. Seriously. Totally invisible. As soon as I sit in it I disappear. I get walked into, pushed, nudged and my personal favourite hit by bags.
Some people do apologise, most do not. Most don’t even realise they or their belongings have collided with a person.
Doors are hell.
Some shops have automatic doors, and we like these, unless there is a small lip. If you currently use a pushchair you will know what I mean. It’s just enough to stop the wheels. Now a pushchair is pretty light compared to a grown woman (or man) and given the pain I have the last thing I need is that jolt. When you add the city crowds to this scenario you get a funnel of rude and fast moving people it really isn’t fun.
Doors you have to push open well they are just awful. My wheelchair is larger than standard. I mean I have hips. I don’t think I’m the largest person out there but my chair will not fit through our own front door, or internal doors. Thankfully my electric chair does but it weighs quite a bit which means it’s not easy to take out and about. I’m not exactly coordinated either and I think Mr H panics at the idea of me falling out of it, into the road or some such.
Having said all this, we do plan to visit Liverpool more. We are hoping that in the new year we will be in a position to attend the BDSM nights at the club the munch is held at, and as these are held on a Friday we will stay overnight in a hotel.
If these nights play out as we hope they will, I imagine Liverpool will become my favourite city!
This post was inspired by Wicked Wednesday #493 “Favourite City “. Click HERE to read other posts inspired by this prompt.