GRASMERE. In A English Country Garden.

There’s the old song about counting the flowers that grow in an English garden, leaning on the idyllic image of the old, low cottage with roses around the door,

There’s the old song about counting the flowers that grow in an English garden, leaning on the idyllic image of the old, low cottage with roses around the door,

One of the delights of travelling in and around Manchester, well for me anyway, is the City’s Metrolink trams system. The yellow beasts trundle through the city centre and then out into the outlying suburbs and towns. The total route is something approaching sixty five miles with just under a hundred stops.

I took a ride over to Chorley today, the annual Flower Show was in progress and it’s an event I really enjoy. I’m no great garden expert, what I know about flowers you could write on a piece of paper small enough to fit in a frogs ear. I do like the fantastic splashes of colour and the exotic shapes of the plants but I also enjoy watching people enjoying […]

While I’m not a great fan of getting wet there is sometimes a bit of magic to be had walking amongst the flowers on a rainy day.

It has been a cool, drizzly day in Keswick but after the Sorchio weather at the beginning of the week that’s no bad thing. For all that it’s been another pleasant day in the Lake District. Here’s some of the fruits of a couple of hours wandering.

It’s Saturday and I’m on my travels. The railways are still like playing roulette but you have to make the effort. The current plan is to Lancaster by train then the Lakes Rover bus ticket onwards, a bit of bet hedging coming into play there. After a flurry of cancellations things seem to have settled down so let’s see what the day brings. Things have settled down and trains are […]