CHESTER. A Splash Of Colour.

It’s been a grey, cold day here. One of those really unfriendly days, lacking any sort of charm. No crisp sunlight, not even the silvery kiss of freshly fallen snow. Just a lifeless sludge of a day.
It’s been a grey, cold day here. One of those really unfriendly days, lacking any sort of charm. No crisp sunlight, not even the silvery kiss of freshly fallen snow. Just a lifeless sludge of a day.
I’ve a couple of routes to chose from on my wanderings across the Wirral, the thumb like area that faces Liverpool on the one side and North Wales on the other.
For many years I would holiday in Scotland, basing myself in Dunkeld, Perthshire. It’s a beautiful area in it’s own right but with the added attraction of really good travel connections by either road or rail to other parts of the country.
A had business to do in that London but in between it I managed to do a bit of a walkabout.
CHESTER. Under The Eastgate Clock.
The Eastgate clock has been a feature of Chester’s city walls since 1899, having been built to celebrate Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee two years earlier.
Autumn’s winds are getting cooler and the clocks go back at the end of the month. The long drag of Winter is just around the corner. At least I have plenty of sunshine on file in my photographs.