Chester is a place where history on is writ large, you walk around surrounded by the past’s echoes, from Roman times onwards. Today as I walked along Eastgate Street a dance of the old times went on in the sunshine. Times when the other world was a bit nearer and less hidden away in corners and mists.
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.
It all started so well. The plan ( make plans and the gods laugh ) was to be a gentle train ride down through Chester, Shrewsbury, the Welsh border and into Hereford. The plan was working until the train I was on reached Shrewsbury, where the station signalling system decided to have a sulk. For about half an hour the train and us sat waiting, almost within touching distance of […]
I’m sitting at a railway station and yes I have a ticket for my destination. It’s been been one of those off the cuff days that ends up giving more than you thought. It’s been good to catch up with some familiar and not so familiar places not the great unhappiness is lifting. From tonight/tomorrow there will be more daylight again so we can come out of mole mode and […]