A couple of weeks ago, before the world ground to a halt, I made a trip out to Chester. It’s a regular -ish journey I make and as is the way with these things , new developments sort of creep up on me under the wire. A case in point were the large metal structures that were rising out of a pedestrian underpass that’s on my preferred route from the […]
I took a train and then I took a bus. The train was from my home to Chester and the bus was from Chester to Holywell, the plan to take a look at the Thursday market. It’s a town I hadn’t been out to for quite a while so I felt it was time for a catch up. I remembered fragments of the place from my previous visit, bits of […]
You know those days, the ones where the weather is not exactly friendly, its cold, overcast. Squalls of rain hurl at you out of nowhere. That kind of day. For all that though, your common sense telling you that it’s better to stay in and be good, get stuff around the house done, sort those shelves, clear out those old magazines, sensible things. Nevertheless for some reason you can’t settle. […]
A favourite destination of mine is the Derbyshire Spa town of Buxton. It’s a relatively easy rail journey from where I live and an enjoyable one too. Climbing up and out of Manchester from Piccadilly station and into the Peak District. For part of the route the railway runs alongside the Peak Forest Canal to Whaley Bridge, that makes it useful for a day walking the canal. Train out and […]
Up on a hill and visible for miles around is the Pigeon Tower. It stands at the highest point of the Terraced Gardens which were created out of the bare moorland by local businessman and philanthropist William Hesketh Lever, later Lord Levrhulme, founder of Lever Bros. Soap which later became part of the Unilever Empire. The Pigeon Tower is the most obvious of the many striking features of the Gardens. […]
In the UK summer is a fickle mistress at the best of times, so scheduling an open air event can mean you’re living a bit dangerously but it’s something we natives have just got used to. All of that said, this weekend past I went along to the fifth annual Chorley flower show, held as always in the grounds of the delightful Astley Hall, a large manor house dating from […]
