By definition, parks aren't normally things that get bunched up together but in this area you can walk between Clarkes Gardens, Allerton Towers, Woolton Woods and Camp Hill in a matter of minutes, if you run.
Although relatively small, near a village and technically a 'wood', there's something primeval about Woolton Woods, as if it's the last surviving remnant of some ancient, tangled, nation-spanning forest. Emerging out the back of it you find yourself stood on the crest of Camp Hill, which offers views right across the Mersey, Wirral and on to the Welsh hills. It's not difficult to see why an Iron Age fort once occupied this spot (hence the hill's name) and it's nothing to do with rent prices.
Camp Hill is a a sweeping swathe of grassland that always looks like it should have a TV historian walking sideways across it, speaking to camera. If no battle has ever taken place here I'll be both surprised and disappointed and will probably organise one myself. You're welcome to come along. Bring a trebuchet. read more