A 30 Foot Vision

A 30 Foot Vision

As I stood among the crowds in the middle of Oakfield Road, I was aware of a sudden rush of excitement.  She was walking down the far end of the road, I could just about see her.

I’d waited a long time to see her; ever since I first saw her images a long time ago on YouTube.  She was fascinating and I’d walked a long way that day to see her.

As she drew nearer, cameras were pulled out of bags and hundreds of mobile phones were trust into the air; she was here; she was about to walk past us.

There was a lot for our eyes to drink in.  Her green dress, her long dark hair; braided in plaits at the sides, her buttoned up shoes and impossibly long eyelashes.  She was 30 foot tall, a beautiful young girl in the shape of a giant.

She walked past majestically – considering her height she was elegant and absolutely captivating.  As she looked from right to left and back again she seemed real, with a level of calmness about her as though she realised that we were all here to see her and as though she accepted our fascination.

As she walked past, we couldn’t just leave her; so we walked as best we could along-side her as far as the park where she sat down, yawned and went to sleep.

There was then a mad sprint down to Albert Dock where her uncle, a 90 foot giant was emerging out of the dock and walking along the Strand and then into Liverpool ‘s commercial district.  Another amazing sight when he walked past us towards a huge Royal Mail container...

Liverpool’s Titanic Girl and her Uncle captivated the City for a weekend.  The headline in the Liverpool Echo was “Goodbye, we won’t forget you”.  How true.  I never will.