I took a walk along a nearby stretch of the Sankey Valley again a few days ago. The world outside is easing into life, winter is gone away and spring is getting into it’s stride as summer approaches. I’ve blogged about the Sankey valley before ( there will be a link below if I remember ). It was the first canal in the country but not built as such. It […]
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so this time around I’ll go more on the pictures and less on the words. Give you a break from my ramblings for at least one post anyway. This time my time wandering blog takes us back to January of 2020, just before the wheels fell off the world and everything stopped. I live fairly close to the resort town of […]
The place, Whitehaven on the Cumbrian coast. The date March 2009. I have a great liking for this stretch of the UK’s coastline. It’s a journey I’ve made by the coastline hugging rail route quite a few times. From the southern busy-ness of Barrow and it’s shipyards, up past Ravenglass with it’s Roman Fort and miniature railway. Then along the open stretches from Seascale, past Nethertown and its reclaimed houses […]
It could almost be a song title. The date is May, 2011. By the dubious magic of my time travelling blog we have landed in the Cumbrian town of Keswick in the “drink in with your eyes gorgeous” Lake District. I admit that this may not be the prettiest part of the town and I’ll be revisiting with more sumptuous images later but I was intrigued by the name. I […]
A little to the east of Manchester is Ashton under Lyne, nestling by the Pennine Hills. My time travelling blog has brought you here on a brisk day in February 2012. It’s a town I have a liking for, perhaps a little careworn in places but there’s plenty to take in and see. The market is a delight, with a market hall and an open market. While just off the […]
By the magic of my time travelling blog let me whisk you back to 2018. Its a little disconcerting to walk around a quiet corner and be met by a round of musket fire from a group of Redcoats. C’mon guys, I know I’m half Scots but do you not think it’s time to let bygones be bygones? I had taken a drive up to Astley Hall on the outskirts […]
