Great place to go for a walk. It even has a river behind it for dog’s quick dip :) Great that there’s so much parking

Absolutely stunning mansion gifted to the people of Liverpool, which then led to Liverpool City Council selling off huge swathes of the country estate in the 90's to build Europes largest private housing estate at the time... Now it's sad to see how the building is left to rot, damp rot and general disrepair it's slowly crumbling whilst the council does nothing...

Probably the best park in Liverpool—perfect for dog walks, with a full 5KM route. It’s not just for walkers either; there’s a farm and a dedicated play area for kids. There are food vans and toilets available, it’s got everything you need for a great day out.

Love this place, farm staff are amazing, friendly and knowledgeable, the animals are stunning and the cafe is great too, the Christmas market in the court yard was an amazing surprise, great stalls and vendors. Definitely worth a visit and we will be coming back

Not just a park — a world to explore I live just a 20-minute walk away through the old bridle paths that wind behind the estates. It’s not just the convenience that draws me in — it’s the scale and character. Croxteth isn’t a simple green space; it’s a place you explore, not visit. I've come into the grounds from nearly every possible direction over the years. One path leads into the village beside the church. Another exits near the adjacent housing estates. You don’t realise how vast it is until you start walking — the whole park opens up into woodlands, open fields, and tucked-away remnants of the past. There’s the old ice house — partially buried, almost missed unless you’re looking. A relic of a different age, where in winter, ice was harvested from the pond and packed down into the stone-lined chamber to keep cool through the summer months. You can still find it if you follow the less-travelled woodland paths near the pond’s edge. It feels like stumbling onto a secret every time. The estate grounds are extensive and laced with shaded walkways. Some lead you past grazing fields, others into denser woods with twisting tree roots and overgrown clearings. There's a Parkrun route here — 5km — planned and marked for regulars, though I’ve always preferred drifting off the path, choosing silence and bird calls over the rhythm of runners. Croxteth Hall itself stands dignified in the centre — a beautiful stately home, still open to the public at times if you catch it right. Not a museum with a turnstile feel — it’s more intimate, like you’ve been allowed inside someone’s family history. The rooms hold character and age, and the volunteers inside genuinely care about the place. There are also the animal farm and walled gardens nearby. They’re more family-focused, but well-kept and worth a look if you’re in that part of the grounds. It all flows together — estate, gardens, farm, fields, and forests — with nothing feeling disconnected or out of place. What makes Croxteth unique is how alive it feels. Even when it’s quiet, there’s an energy here — the layering of time, the presence of nature reclaiming and reshaping the paths, and the human imprint still etched into the architecture and planning. It’s history and growth coexisting. Even on the busiest days, there’s always a quiet corner. It’s a park where you can lose hours. Where runners train, families picnic, dog walkers loop the trails, and those of us nearby come to just… exist. I’ve seen the seasons change here like a calendar drawn in colour and sound. I’ve walked it under crisp autumn leaves, fresh winter frost, and summer light through the trees so dappled it makes you stop mid-step. This is more than a park to me — it’s a landscape I grew into. A place that gives back whatever time you’re willing to spend in it.