MARYPORT. You Don’t Always Get The Shot You Expect.

You see, the thing with photography is that for all the technology etc there’s still a few things that are in the lap of the Gods.

You see, the thing with photography is that for all the technology etc there’s still a few things that are in the lap of the Gods.

One of the delights of travelling in and around Manchester, well for me anyway, is the City’s Metrolink trams system. The yellow beasts trundle through the city centre and then out into the outlying suburbs and towns. The total route is something approaching sixty five miles with just under a hundred stops.

The story so far, I’m now in Ulverston, the weather has decided to stay in unpleasant mode so it’s a case of get wet and find hot food. Walking around I found a place new to me, Ripe on Market Street. The stew 👆was just the thing for a day of unfriendly weather, it was rich and warm with just the right amount of spice. Spice is now on my […]

It’s not a rainy night in Georgia, it’s a rainy morning in Lancaster. I’m off and away to Cumbria using the excellent Stagecoach Explorer ticket, as Arthur Daley would say, the world is my lobster. Looking at the weather I don’t think the usual photography will be high on the agenda but a ride out somewhere always provides some useful thinking time, so nowt wasted. And no doubt there will […]

I was in between buses and I was in Kendal with about 45 mins to spare. I could have stayed a the bus station and done some observing of life and the human condition but I went for a cup of coffee and a cake instead. Yeah, yeah, predictable old me.

A hop skip and a jump away by train, though it more comfortable if you sit down, is the Cheshire market town of Frodsham.