My blipmeet of the trip! Great to catch up with Folkie for coffee during her lunchbreak in the rightly esteemed Lovelocks. As she went back to work I took a detour to the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral which I've admired from the outside but never seen from the inside. It's not as bright as I expected but is a refreshing take on cathedraldom with the sort of simple, unfussy decoration and art that I like.

I wanted to get the bus to go to Tate Liverpool in Albert Dock (for the sake of my ankle - it's a distance I'd normally walk quite happily) but could not fathom how the buses work: almost all bus stops say either that the service was suspended in September 2018 or that the bus stop is closed. So I walked, and called in at the bus information centre on the way to find out how to get a bus back to the boat later.

The Keith Haring exhibition is defiant, moving and thoughtful. I was impressed both by how much there is to see from a genre that was consciously ephemeral and by the amount of information there was to give context to a time that time has changed. I wonder what those who weren't around in the 80s make of the fear that the so-called 'gay plague' unleashed and of the scandalous victim-blaming.

Of course the bus stop that the information centre had persuaded me to limp to was out of service, and of course the Arriva information person there sent me a long way round to the replacement stop with unclear instructions. This experience is making me aware of how very badly people with mobility difficulties are served. I hold my hand up to having been oblivious to this a few weeks ago but surely at the very least those whose job it is to help people should have accurate information and empathy?