BIRKENHEAD. Over The Water.

Woodside landing stage and the Pier Head facing one another across the Mersey.

Woodside landing stage and the Pier Head facing one another across the Mersey.

A jewel in the Peak District, Buxton sits high in the Pennine range of hills that reach down through England from the Scottish Border. A Spa town it attracted the titled, the famous and is still today a magnet for tourists.

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 […]

And again the sun is up, the skies are blue and the birds are singing rather than coughing. So I am embarked on a trip around the Lake District. Not all of it today, just Kendal and Windermere. The clocks change tonight (that UK things where time leaps back and forward in Spring & Autumn) so the days will now start to spread their wings and the darkest of night […]