As a child in the 1960s and early 1970s, I used to travel over to Liverpool on a Saturday afternoon with my Grandfather. Occasionally we would drive over but mostly we did the puff-puff and chuff-chuff run as we used to call it. That meant we got the train down to Woodside and the ferryboat over the Mersey. I cannot recall which of the train or the boat chuffed and which one puffed but that was what we called them back in the day. Ostensibly we travelled over to pick my grandmother up from work but in reality it was so my grandfather could look around the tailor’s shops – I think I have mentioned our Saturday afternoon trips to Liverpool once before.