Saturday had been busy so Sunday had to be quiet. One of my favourite locations for loosing myself or forest bathing as I understand its now called, are the Terraced Gardens at Rivington. Once the site of Lord Leverhulme’s weekend retreat.
S So far so good, Mr Bluesky hasn’t turned up yet but Mr. Rainyday is also absent. I haven’t been to Sheffield in a while so there’s always the acclimatization period while I wander around more aimlessly than normal while I remember where everything is. See what’s still around and what’s disappeared. I like a town or city that still has the quirky, off the beaten track corners. Sheffield has […]
Right, it’s a Saturday morning. I have that camera with me and a bag of fruit pastilles. The day is mine. I like the air of expectation on a big station, especially in a morning, before the rush, when everything is starting to come to life and fall into place.
I had a day out planned for today. I’d done some research, checked the timetables AND taken a look at the weather forecast.
Situated by the new ticket office at the railway station there is a replica of the plaque which commemorates the untimely death of the MP William Huskisson on the official opening of the Liverpool to Manchester Railway. I believe the original, now hard used by the hand of time, is now at the National Railway Museum. The actual monument is by the track, just past this station, on the right […]
I like the Metro. No not the one in Paris but the Geordie one that circles the coast through Whitley Bay before diving back under the city and the River Tyne before it heads out to Sunderland and beyond. Apart from the two tunnels under the city the rest of the route is made up of converted rail lines which had reached the end of their days and were threatened […]
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