LONDON. A Few Hours Wandering.

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

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

CHESTER. Under The Eastgate Clock.
The Eastgate clock has been a feature of Chester’s city walls since 1899, having been built to celebrate Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee two years earlier.

As I said in a previous post the weather on my trip down to Caernarvon had been fun but then a journey with the prospect of bumping into coffee and cake is always something I look forward to. Purely in the name of research of course.

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.

There’s something about a railway station in the evening for me. An ethereal layer that lurks just below the bustle and hustle of large numbers of people on the move. A quiet rhythm of something biding it’s time, waiting, watching.

It’s a Saturday, the days are drawing in, gathering their duvets about them ahead of the long march through winter. So I’m out and about making the most of a so far drizzly day, heading across, under actually, the Pennines to Buxton in that Derbyshire. There may be a trip out to Bakewell too. The station is getting busier, real life is creeping out and stretching it’s legs again despite […]