I’m a big kid still and few things stir my heart more that the sight of a steam locomotive. I’ve been into Chester today and I knew that something was occurin’ by the sight of people lining up on the road bridge that crosses one end of Chester station. “It’s a Black Five” Was the answer I got when I asked what was expected and sure enough a few minutes […]
A feature of the Derbyshire Peak District is the ceremony of well dressing. It’s a custom with some history, dating back in some areas to the 1800’s, it and is a celebration of and a thank you for the plentiful supply of fresh water from the many wells that issue from the natural limestone of the area.
One of the things I like to discover on my wanderings are the old, painted wall advertisements.
The days are now cutting them selves back as the nights start to draw themselves in early.
The day gathers itself in with an eiderdown of clouds to make way for the night and the spars and masts of the boats moored in the harbour are silhouetted against the darkening sky.
For many years now I’ve had breaks of some kind in Scotland.
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