The Blackbull was where I had my first drink. Fortunately not in this particular building because that would make me over 120 years old. The road to the left (Warbreck Moor) would then have led to countryside; a few years later redbricked terraced housing for the respectable working class were built. Note though the lamp in the foreground and how, though the pub changes, this focal point remains essentially the same. For me, as a child, it was the 'gateway' to Aintree and home.
This was the 'new' BlackBull - with its own policeman. This man faced a demanding task directing such heavy traffic
The children look much the same but the policeman has gone.Now there are trams
The tramlines remain; the trams themselves replaced by buses.
I hope the Blackbull remains forever.