ULVERSTON. Mooching In The Market Hall.

( To Mooch. The act of looking around and exploring without a set objective in mind )

( To Mooch. The act of looking around and exploring without a set objective in mind )
A summer evening has a quality all it’s own for me.

And hello from Penrith. The train arrived a little late, a shortage of train crew according to the announcements. Anyway I’m here. Roast turkey and stuffing roll, chocolate flapjack. Ohh and a Scotch pie in case of emergencies. Some Links. https://www.discoverpenrith.co.uk/visit-penrith/places-to-visit/ https://www.visitcumbria.com https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/imagesbylachlan https://www.shutterstock.com/g/Lachlan1 https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=lachlan+main&crid=2YYEKAK5CG3W7&sprefix=%2Caps%2C229&ref=nb_sb_ss_recent_1_0_recent https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/lachlan-main/shop/canvas+prints

I had hazy, lazy Sunday on my hands and the weather, for once, didn’t have a sulky face on it. Not wanting to waste sunshine or fresh air I set my sights on Chester.

Two shots from two cities I spend time in, Manchester and Sheffield.

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.