Now the day’s are doing their exercises and stretching a bit more. It’s no longer getting dark at four in the afternoon but nearer six thirty so I can start to hit some of my favourite destinations as well as sniffing out some new ones.
Outside the skies are gray, the wind is blowing and the rain is falling. Not the best of evenings. But on the plus side March is nearly here and Spring is creeping ever closer. The returning pleasures of long days and sunshine, throwing off the mole like hibernating habits of winter.
The Telephone Box, not the time travelling blue one but the everyday, sometimes slightly smelly, red one. Once a feature on every street corner, they are now disappearing at a faster and faster rate, their purpose in life falling victim to the now ubiquitous mobile.
A bus ride I enjoy is out under the Mersey and onward through Birkenhead and on to New Brighton. Sometimes if the weather is decent I break the journey at Liscard for a walk around Central Park
The days are easing into a more comfortable state, not luxurious but more comfortable.
A little way to the north east of the city centre lies the beautiful wooded valley of Jesmond Dene, the waters of the Ouseburn flowing through on their way to meet the Tyne.
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