CHESTER. Up The Dee WITH A Paddle.

Housekeeping the photo files again and I came across this shot from early last Spring. It was not the brightest or warmest of days, it was the sort where you found yourself constantly on the move.

Housekeeping the photo files again and I came across this shot from early last Spring. It was not the brightest or warmest of days, it was the sort where you found yourself constantly on the move.
Sometimes, without you knowing it, a scene just clicks itself together and magically presents itself before you.

It was a Saturday evening and I’d had a busy day travelling about the Lake District. it was time to take a time out with a pint before starting on the train journey back home. The Hole In The Wall was busy, always a good sign, with people sat outside in the glow of the evening sunshine. I headed inside to the cool and the shade relaxing with a pint […]

As you might have noticed if you wander through the meandering corridors of this blog,

I’ve written a couple of posts previously about Rivington, it’s a town north-ish of Bolton,