Love Upperthorpe/hearts' desire

A bitterly cold morning, but bright enough for a lovely walk down the hill to Upperthorpe post office.  This 'ghost sign' fades a little more with every passing year, hinting at very different times in the neighbourhood.
Nik has returned from Rotterdam, nursing the tail end of a flu-like infection. So we're taking it easy today, staying in the warm and hoping that he'll be feeling better by the time he and Richard set off for the Belfast ferry tomorrow.  Given the weather warnings, R has changed the ticket from Sunday morning to Sat evening, hoping to avoid a snowy journey to Birkenhead.