So 2021 is packing it’s bags and getting ready to leave stage right. It was a bit of an improvement on 2020 but that’s not setting the bar very high.
As is usual at Christmas all my carefully worked out plans fall apart like a house of cards in a wind machine. I had a few things still to get so I headed off to Chester, see if I could track down the last few elusive bits.
I had a walk up from the station along Brook Street, Moss, a favourite coffee hideout was closed for Christmas. (Dammit !) So I headed on into the city to the market. It’s currently under redevelopment and that scenario always leaves me a bit wary. Markets are a vital, lively thing and you mess with them at your peril. I’ll be interested to see which direction it goes in. I had a bite to eat( see above ) and then picked up some cheese for Boxing Day and my inner mouse.
I headed back into the city centre and finally corralled my last bits of shopping ( still need one more calendar though ). By now everything was beginning to wind down and a stillness was beginning to settle over things.
I headed down to the river and walked back in a loop on to Bridge Street. I made time for a reviving coffee and cake before heading back to the station and my cosy fireside.
Hope you all had a good a Christmas as circumstances would allow.