Another addition to Liverpool’s smörgåsbord of places-that-would-be-lovely-if-it-wasn’t-for-all-this-mankind-cluttering-up-the-place is the grotto that sits at the top end of the Lower Jordan watercourse. Built in 1870 by the awesomely-named, awesomely-jobbed and awesomely-French rockwork specialist M. Combaz, the set of Victorian caves, also called Old Nick’s Caves used to be open to the public before decades of urine and litter made them nigh on uninhabitable. If I was the Sefton Park head honcho, what I would do to entice people back is to keep the caves locked up, but just install one hermit, as wealthy landowners once did. He could be ragged, tell riddles and be faintly mystical. Visitor attendance would soar, especially if he was called Mad Horatio.