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England

MANCHESTER. In Monochrome – Part Two

So, following up Part One, naturally, here’s the rest of the shots I took on my easy ramble around the city. I headed back to Victoria Station, one of three main stations in the city, it’s a Victorian wedding cake of a building, the other two, Piccadilly and the smaller Oxford Road are more glitzy and slick. Though the buildings at Oxford Road always make me think of Darth Vader’s […]

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MANCHESTER. In Monochrome – Part One.

I was in Manchester at the weekend, one of the bustling Northern Powerhouses that are regaining something of their former pre-eminence. I had been in the city to meet up with a friend and after we parted, instead of heading straight back to the station I took a walk around Piccadilly Gardens, Oldham Street, St. Annes Square. After an unpromising start the day had got its glad rags on and […]

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WARRINGTON. Market and Museum.

I’m taking a trip out on the train, heading for Llandudno. I’d pre-booked my tickets to take advantage of the savings and to save a bit of time on the day as I’m heading out early. I’d picked one of the Warrington stations, Bank Quay on the main line, to collect my tickets from, it’s only a short train ride and should have been an easy run there and back. […]

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RIVINGTON. A Tower High On A Hill.

Up on a hill and visible for miles around is the Pigeon Tower. It stands at the highest point of the Terraced Gardens which were created out of the bare moorland by local businessman and philanthropist William Hesketh Lever, later Lord Levrhulme, founder of Lever Bros. Soap which later became part of the Unilever Empire. The Pigeon Tower is the most obvious of the many striking features of the Gardens. […]

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EARLESTOWN. At The Friday Market.

If you look back through my blog you’ll notice that I like markets, I really enjoy the buzz and atmosphere of the coming and going, the snatched overheard scraps of conversation and that mix of people moving about. Some are fixed of purpose, list in hand gleam in one eye while the other keeps mind of the wristwatch or clock. While others just idling by and taking it all in, […]

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Chorley. A Blooming Good Show.

In the UK summer is a fickle mistress at the best of times, so scheduling an open air event can mean you’re living a bit dangerously but it’s something we natives have just got used to. All of that said, this weekend past I went along to the fifth annual Chorley flower show, held as always in the grounds of the delightful Astley Hall, a large manor house dating from […]

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