MANCHESTER. On Stevenson Square.

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

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 […]

I took a ride out to Lytham at the weekend and what began as an indifferent day blossomed into a glorious afternoon and evening. A favourite spot on my visits, apart from places selling coffee & cake, is Lowther Gardens just off the town centre and home to the lovely Lowther Pavilion theatre. As well as that there are some glorious flowerbeds and at the moment they are putting on […]

I always enjoy a visit to Fleetwood, as much as I like Blackpool it can leave me feeling a bit wrung out with the non stop fun. So I look forward to a tram ride up the promenade, hopefully with the Irish Sea sparkling in the sun.

It is a rule or if it isn’t it should be. A visit to the seaside must include fish and chips. I have a favourite chippy, actually I have a couple but this one fight’s its way to the top fairly often. It’s located in the village of Knott End, just across the mouth of the River Wyre from Fleetwood. The journey by the ferry is only a few minutes, […]

A pleasing day comes to a gentle end. The sun gathers itself together and makes to say goodbye for those few, cool, gentle hours of the night. The river turns from water into a burnished, rippled silver as the last ferry of the day busy-bodies itself across and deposits it’s last human cargo. Job done, the heated fuzz of the day begins to cool and disappear as the little boat […]