CHORLEY. Tasting Time.

One thing I can say about Chorley is that they do do a good do.
I’m off out and on my way to Chester for a couple of hours camera related wandering and rain shower avoiding. The first leg of my route takes me through Earlestown. It’s a Saturday and that means Flea Market day. As is the way with open air events the weather is the big deciding factor and today is just a bit wet and windy so things are a bit sparcer […]
There is a quiet B road that runs south from the Highland town of Aviemore and threads it’s way through the thickly wooded hills and soon leaves the clamour of the town behind. It’s a twisting, winding route with little traffic, a quiet alternative to the heavy roar of the A9 which it parallels.
I had hazy, lazy Sunday on my hands and the weather, for once, didn’t have a sulky face on it. Not wanting to waste sunshine or fresh air I set my sights on Chester.
A feature of the Edinburgh Fringe that I always take notice of is the army of the flyer distributors that inhabit the Royal Mile around where the preview stages sit. There’s is the unsung task of persuading/cajoling/jollying along the passing punters to come and see their show.
Okay, who’s up for a quick, black and white, whistle stop tour of some of Edinburgh’s less touristy bits?