EDINBURGH. Waiting On Waverley Station.

There’s a certain romance about travelling by rail and yes I know there can also be some frustration too.

There’s a certain romance about travelling by rail and yes I know there can also be some frustration too.

I’m sat in my little back bedroom office, as I look out of the window there are grey clouds overhead

I took a trip up to Lytham at the weekend, it’s a favourite destination of mine. A place to wander and get some fresh air, a place to chase down a pleasing meal or a place just to find a quiet corner and sit and watch the world go about it’s business.

Tucked away at the top of Morecambe Bay is the pretty coastal village of Arnside. If it’s a bit of peace and quiet you seek, some fresh air and exercise, with perhaps a restorative meal and a pint afterwards, then this is the sort of place you should head to

The days are now cutting them selves back as the nights start to draw themselves in early.

It’s a Saturday, the days are drawing in, gathering their duvets about them ahead of the long march through winter. So I’m out and about making the most of a so far drizzly day, heading across, under actually, the Pennines to Buxton in that Derbyshire. There may be a trip out to Bakewell too. The station is getting busier, real life is creeping out and stretching it’s legs again despite […]