Right, you join me as my train home speeds through the Scottish Borders under evening skies growing leadend with grey clouds. It’s been another great day out, catching up with my good mate Gareth the G-Man. To ease the getting about we used the Glasgow Subway ( mode of transport not a sandwich chain ) and travelled out to Partick in the west of the city. It’s an interesting stretch, […]
I’m lucky in that I live within an easy striking distance of the English Lake District. It’s either a couple of hours or so in the car or a similar journey time by train to Windermere. Obviously it’s a popular destination which can make the roads busy so I have a preference for using the train. Not everyone’s cup of tea but it makes it worthwhile if I’m speeding along on the train and I pass traffic jams on the motorway’s or other roads.
When you think of bananas I don’t suppose the steel city of Sheffield is the first place that comes to mind
Being out and about enjoying yourself can be an exhausting business so after a walk around the cathedral and castle I carried on up the street and came across Cafe Misto. I took it as a sign and treated myself to the above coffee and brownie, sat outside in the sun. It’s hard work but it’s a sacrifice I’m happy to make on your behalf. https://lincolncathedral.com/things-to-do-lincoln/?gclid=Cj0KCQjwspKUBhCvARIsAB2IYuu90s47YtTSMJ_15U-6RlUY42_4mMcEBxkCppZHXLAVjzOUFum6tUYaAqxvEALw_wcB https://www.visitlincoln.com/things-to-do/visitor-information-centre https://restaurantguru.com/Misto-coffee-shop-Lincoln-England https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/imagesbylachlan https://lachlan-main.pixels.com/
Okay I made it to Lincoln, I’ve been planning it for a while but as is usually the case, you make plans and the Gods laugh. Footnotes in various Pratchett Discworld novels will confirm that. It’s been a lot longer than I realized since my last visit so it’s been a catching up exercise as much as a photo one. Anyway notes have been taken and plans made for future […]
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.
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