On my travels, I’m heading down to Shrewsbury to catch up with a friend before Christmas takes over and the roast dinner/ chocolate/ drink event horizon hits. This journey down Through the Welsh borderlands is a favourite of mine, each season adds a different flavour. Today’s is a light dusting of snow and a crisp, sharp light cutting through an idling mist.
Dear readers you find me in Preston, Lancashire, UK. I am heading north to Lancaster and then on to Morecambe on the beautiful Morecambe Bay. We’re now in the long stretch of the short, blink and you miss them days, so I’m making the most of every opportunity to get out into whatever sunshine is on offer. On the next leg, the day unfolds.
Out and about today, making the most of the daylight before Winter’s icy hands get a grip on things and the long, languid days fade until the fresh buds of next spring. The destination for today is North Wales, Beaumaris on Angelsey to be exact. It’s a train and bus exploration so it will be interesting. It will also involve cake, coffee etc at some point.
So the morning finds me enjoying the pleasures of Manchester’s Piccadilly station. The posh one that handles the trains from somewhere called That London and other south facing places. I’m awaiting the arrival of my Welsh correspondent, Gareth the G-Man. It’s not the busiest of mornings on the station but there’s enough going on to entertain the idle observer. Well you join me now at the end of what has […]
The day had been going well, however a couple of transport glitches means I’m at Oxenholme station waiting for a train down to Lancaster. No point in getting ratty about it, it is what it is. Anyway there’s something a bit magical about a railway out in the countryside in the evening. The local wildlife begins to take over the station as those dratted humans beggar off out of the […]