This weekend past I took a trip up to Silloth on the Solway Coast. It’s a place I hadn’t been to for quite a while and I had the urge to catch up with the town, to see what was as I remembered it and what might have changed.
Right the weather has gone back into roulette mode so its a bit of a gamble going out but if you wait for the weather in the UK you would would never go out. So that said I decided on a trip out to Coniston in the Lake District, I hadn’t been out that way for quite a while so it would be an interesting catch up.
A little way to the north east of the city centre lies the beautiful wooded valley of Jesmond Dene, the waters of the Ouseburn flowing through on their way to meet the Tyne.
Summer evenings have their own special magic. As the sun settles itself away for a nights sleep the colours soften away from the days harshness and take on a gentle glow.
A couple of years ago now I took a rail trip out to North Wales, to the slate town of Blaenau Ffestiniog. The route was out to Llandudno Junction on the North Wales line to Holyhead and then down the valley of the River Conwy.
January is doing what it does best, being cold and wet. At least that’s what it’s doing here on my doorstep. Time is not being wasted though, planning is being done for when Mr. Bluesky returns.
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