Right, waiting for the bus back home from a visit to one of my local markets. Any regular readers of this nonsense I churn out will know how much I like a good market and how important I think they are. Enough rabbiting on from me, have a couple of photos.
Chester is a place where history on is writ large, you walk around surrounded by the past’s echoes, from Roman times onwards. Today as I walked along Eastgate Street a dance of the old times went on in the sunshine. Times when the other world was a bit nearer and less hidden away in corners and mists.
I’m off out and on my way to Chester for a couple of hours camera related wandering and rain shower avoiding. The first leg of my route takes me through Earlestown. It’s a Saturday and that means Flea Market day. As is the way with open air events the weather is the big deciding factor and today is just a bit wet and windy so things are a bit sparcer […]
Well after yesterdays travelling excitements I thought a quieter day was called for so I settled on lunch, by the sea in Lytham, favourite sport of mine on the Fylde coast and in a favourite eaterie of mine, the Lytham Kitchen. That’s what I did and here’s some photos to prove it. The sun was high and the winds were cold so the post lunch walk was brisk to say […]
It all started so well. The plan ( make plans and the gods laugh ) was to be a gentle train ride down through Chester, Shrewsbury, the Welsh border and into Hereford. The plan was working until the train I was on reached Shrewsbury, where the station signalling system decided to have a sulk. For about half an hour the train and us sat waiting, almost within touching distance of […]
I had hazy, lazy Sunday on my hands and the weather, for once, didn’t have a sulky face on it. Not wanting to waste sunshine or fresh air I set my sights on Chester.
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