The Telephone Box, not the time travelling blue one but the everyday, sometimes slightly smelly, red one. Once a feature on every street corner, they are now disappearing at a faster and faster rate, their purpose in life falling victim to the now ubiquitous mobile.
A bus ride I enjoy is out under the Mersey and onward through Birkenhead and on to New Brighton. Sometimes if the weather is decent I break the journey at Liscard for a walk around Central Park
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.
The snow falls gently on to Newton le Willows railway station. A train to Chester is due. Right, Christmas is now jingling away into the distance leaving behind a trail of gifts, wrapping paper, empty glasses and slightly mangled decorations blowing in the breeze. While in it’s wake 2023 is beginning to take its first faltering steps, unsteady for now, direction uncertain but at least on it’s way. So it’s […]
Right, we last spoke when I was in Preston enjoying a coffee and toasted teacake. The journey continued up to Lancaster where I broke my journey for a look around. There was some time between arriving and the next train out to Morecambe. I had a walk through the street market, I picked up an emergency pork pie just in case then headed back to the station and the train […]
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