CHESTER. Up The Dee WITH A Paddle.

Housekeeping the photo files again and I came across this shot from early last Spring. It was not the brightest or warmest of days, it was the sort where you found yourself constantly on the move.

Housekeeping the photo files again and I came across this shot from early last Spring. It was not the brightest or warmest of days, it was the sort where you found yourself constantly on the move.
Sometimes, without you knowing it, a scene just clicks itself together and magically presents itself before you.

Drop off the tram by the North Euston Hotel, cross the road to the promenade and by the big chippy you’ll find the ramp down to the Wyre Ferry.

A fair proportion of my trips out are on the spontaneous side. I do have a list of possible destinations but the final decision is often made on the day, taking in what the weather is likely to be or what the travelling conditions could be like.

I holidayed in the Scottish village of Dunkeld for quite a few years in succession

I’ve written a couple of posts previously about Rivington, it’s a town north-ish of Bolton,