To continue the day. I arrived in Chester and decided to take a walk over to Hoole, it’s only a few minute walk from the railway station, it’s an area that was scheduled for demolition but wiser heads prevailed and it’s now an area of interesting independent shops. There’s a couple of places to eat, a personal favorite is The Little Yellow Pig. I got there, found a table and […]
Woodside landing stage and the Pier Head facing one another across the Mersey.
A jewel in the Peak District, Buxton sits high in the Pennine range of hills that reach down through England from the Scottish Border. A Spa town it attracted the titled, the famous and is still today a magnet for tourists.
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.
I was out and about in Derbyshire and after a brief food stop in Bakewell I headed up to the plague village of Eyam. In an echo of things to come they isolated themselves after an outbreak of the Black Death was brought into the town in a flea infested roll of cloth brought up from London. Of happier note they have an annual celebration inspired by the Festival of […]
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