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.

A had business to do in that London but in between it I managed to do a bit of a walkabout.

If you flit back through the electric pages of my blog you’ll know that Chester is a regular destination of mine. It has a range of attractions for the camera carrying blogger. History dating back to Roman and pre Roman times, a range of architectural styles, plus the contrast between the hustle and bustle of the city centre and the quieter stretches down by the river Dee at the Groves where it pauses a while before launching itself over the weir by the Old Dee Bridge on its way out to the estuary and the Irish Sea.

I took a trip into North Wales at the weekend. Train into Bangor then the bus onward to Caernarvon. The weather could have been a little kinder but it was a day out and there were photos to track down.

A Little while ago I took a trip out to Hull on the east coast. Things had begun the long return to normal and I needed to visit a place I either hadn’t been to before or hadn’t been to for a long time. After a bit of head scratching and no I didn’t get any splinters in my fingers, I decided on a revisit to Hull.

Today has been one of those days that hasn’t really come together, got started, come into focus. I bimbled around the house for a couple of hours first thing but no matter what I did, how I turned the days ignition key it wasn’t going to burst into life. Mercifully days like this are very few and far between and the standard cure is grab a camera and head out […]