The experience is a maze of small rooms beneath the Albert Dock. Even in November there’s a wait and they have to let you in in batches: we got to the barrier just as it closed and this is the eager tourist crowd.
Most of it was new to mum to, as while it all kicked off when she was in her early-twenties, she emigrated to South Africa just before Beatlemania. She’s never shown any interest in music; I’ve never known her put a record on, but even mum had visited dancehalls at lunchtimes: when did the last of those close?
But they were gentle times. There was no alcohol in the tiny all-seater Cavern Club.
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