ANSTRUTHER. Evening By The Harbour.

The day gathers itself in with an eiderdown of clouds to make way for the night and the spars and masts of the boats moored in the harbour are silhouetted against the darkening sky.

The day gathers itself in with an eiderdown of clouds to make way for the night and the spars and masts of the boats moored in the harbour are silhouetted against the darkening sky.

Right, most of my tasks completed and the day rumbles on. Food next. Food eaten, coffee drunk, back out into a day that’s bright but has winter’s cool kiss about it. Jobs nearly done, time to head towards the station.

A busy morning unfolds itself on a freshly minted Thursday. Things to do, places to go, cake to eat and coffee to drink. You get the drift The first stop is Liverpool, then onward.

The day starts with an early train ride down the West Coast Main Line. My dubious photo skills are required in somewhere called London. People are coming to, coffee assisted for the most part, I include myself in that. It’s all part of the railway travel mystique for me. Watching the day come to life, watching people come to life. Like a play with an unlimited number of acts. Let’s […]

There’s something about a railway station in the evening for me. An ethereal layer that lurks just below the bustle and hustle of large numbers of people on the move. A quiet rhythm of something biding it’s time, waiting, watching.

The day has continued. I arrived in Buxton quite handily for the bus down to Bakewell. The really helpful bus driver pointed out that the day ticket was not only cheaper than two single tickets but it also covered a bigger area. So game on and first stop Bakewell. Where there was a Farmers Market in progress. Hmmm, food…. I had a wander around that. I managed to only buy […]