MANCHESTER. The Little Face On The Wall.

Sometimes when I’m out and about I get the feeling I’m being watched. With a face like mine I’ve sort of got used to being given the occasional sideways look.

Sometimes when I’m out and about I get the feeling I’m being watched. With a face like mine I’ve sort of got used to being given the occasional sideways look.

If any of you out there are fans of industrial archaeology then I would recommend to put a cruise down the Manchester Ship Canal on your “To Do” list.

Continuing the evening theme. A glimpse of Miller Park in Preston at the end of a December day. No snow but a crisp, clear sky. The shadows lengthen like pencil marks across the page of the day. The fountain glints like a jewelled spray and the setting sun tints with a warming glow. Trees stand leafless waiting for Spring to hurry along and get to its work. Some Links. https://www.visitpreston.com […]
A summer evening has a quality all it’s own for me.

While I was in Maryport and waiting for the parade to start I took a walk up and down Senhouse Street, the main shopping area, it leads through from Curzon Street to the harbour. The town largely dates from the Georgian times and is laid out on a regular grid pattern. I found a good spot at the bottom of the street and got myself into the photo taking frame […]

Being the solitary Hobbit that I can be I’ve got into the habit (alliteration?) of going out for Sunday lunch. Yes there’s some people who will say that I’ve been out to lunch for years now but 😝 to them. Today I am in the Cheshire village of Knutsford, trying not to lower the tone of the place while having a very excellent Ploughman’s in the wonderful Cheese Yard. If […]