There are three ‘Yellow Duckmarines’ giving visitors a tour of the city centre and the docks, these are converted WW11 DUKW amphibious craft and they enter and leave the docks via a slipway at the other corner to our moorings in Salthouse dock. I never managed to get a picture of them entering the dock, as all you hear is a blast on its hooter, a shriek, then a flash of yellow as the craft roars down the slipway sending a bow wave right over the top of the duck and setting all the pontoons and narrow boats bobbin up and down.
Our day began in Nauticalia bewitched by all of the goodies therein and the rest of the day was spent in the Maritime Museum. It’s a lot of museum and we started in the Slavery section before moving onto the Titanic and other galleries. Brian and I hadn’t seen everything, but it was time to collect Duggie and go for a walk along the Mersey, our plan was thwarted by the wind, out of the shelter of the dock buildings we could hardly stand up straight. We compromised by walking around the Albert Dock soaking up the atmosphere and helped by the few old sailing boats moored up we tried to visualise what it must have looked like in it’s working life.
In the evening we walked to the nearby, very futuristically designed shopping centre and dined on an upper level in the Yee Rah restaurant, predominantly Thai, but fortunately for me they served an international cuisine and I enjoyed a pasta. From out elevated position one of the new buildings in its final stage of construction, looked for all the world like the black prow of a transatlantic liner coming into dock, could the architects have been so imaginative?
Brian and I finished our exploration of the museum on Sunday morning whilst the girls immersed themselves in modern art in the Tate Gallery, we met for lunch and then wandered into the city centre, admiring the grand buildings. We dined on board that evening and prepared for an early departure the next day.