I had a spare weekend coming up and as the days are beginning to shorten as the year tap dances itself towards autumn I though I would take a trip down to Cardiff. I’ve made a few visits to the area now so this time I thought I would leave the city centre mostly on the back burner and go out to Barry and Barry Island.
A bit of a then and now post, again from Wales. I took a trip down to Rhyl on the North Wales coast to take look at the revamped Queens market. It’s a project that seems to have been dawdling along for a while, a side effect of streams of project updates is that I end up feeling that things have been going on for longer than they have
It was the weekend of the annual flower show and naturally I hadn’t been sice last year. Shows like this are the sort of events I really enjoy. Outdoors, demonstrations, plenty to see and hear, plenty fun to be had.
It’s never a good thing to let a day go to waste, even if you don’t at the end do a great lot with it.
Inspired by a friend’s recent visit to the town I chose Skipton, market town and North Yorkshires gateway to the Dales. I travelled over by train, a favoured mode of transport, yes I know a glutton for punishment but to be fair I’ve had a lot more good journeys than bad. The route was up to Lancaster then across through Carnforth ” yes Brief Encounter territory ” then across the Pennines, joining the bottom of the Settle & Carlisle route before dropping into Skipton.
I don’t know how you are but do you sometimes get a morning that simply won’t move out of neutral and get into gear? Breakfast is eaten, the dishes done and put away, a last cup of coffee gets slurped away and then………………….
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