Some of the big draws of Chester
Woke up feeling unfairly fresh considering the previous night out with Carl. Carl, Jayne and Ellie came to the hotel for breakfast, which Carl kindly bought me. It was another amazingly beautiful day, so we decided to go to the nearby City of Chester, which dates from Roman times, and not too far away from Runcorn. A beautiful place it was too. We trundled around a few shops and I snapped away happily. Then to another pub, for a glass of cold lemonade before another stop as Carl and Jayne needed some food shopping, which allowed me to sneak off and take a photo of Helsby Hill, which from certain angles looks like a face.
Eventually Carl dropped me back at the station. Fond farewells to him, Jayne and Ellie, and promises not to make it such a long gap next time.
The train journey home was fine, after I had turfed out an irritable woman who was using my reserved seat as a place to rest her case. Listening to The Winter Ghosts by Kate Mosse again, which I am enjoying.
Happy to meet up with Lorraine at Victoria as I had missed her a lot considering it was only for just over 24 hours since we'd been apart. Had to stand up a good deal of the way from Victoria to Brighton. Eventually we found separate seats, I sat opposite a little girl probably only three or four whose language was unfamiliar, but whose staring competitions with me kept me occupied until we arrived home.
Lorraine and I had a slightly guilty curry. She had really enjoyed seeing Sam up in Leeds, and I had a wonderful weekend too.
Below part of the city wall, an angel outside the cathedral, outside the cathedral, the Clock Tower on the Eastgate, carvings on an old building, a Chester street scene towards Eastgate, and Helsby Hill's profile. Apparently there was an iron age fort up there too as the hill impressively dominates the flat land looking out to the Mersey.
Woke up feeling unfairly fresh considering the previous night out with Carl. Carl, Jayne and Ellie came to the hotel for breakfast, which Carl kindly bought me. It was another amazingly beautiful day, so we decided to go to the nearby City of Chester, which dates from Roman times, and not too far away from Runcorn. A beautiful place it was too. We trundled around a few shops and I snapped away happily. Then to another pub, for a glass of cold lemonade before another stop as Carl and Jayne needed some food shopping, which allowed me to sneak off and take a photo of Helsby Hill, which from certain angles looks like a face.
Eventually Carl dropped me back at the station. Fond farewells to him, Jayne and Ellie, and promises not to make it such a long gap next time.
The train journey home was fine, after I had turfed out an irritable woman who was using my reserved seat as a place to rest her case. Listening to The Winter Ghosts by Kate Mosse again, which I am enjoying.
Happy to meet up with Lorraine at Victoria as I had missed her a lot considering it was only for just over 24 hours since we'd been apart. Had to stand up a good deal of the way from Victoria to Brighton. Eventually we found separate seats, I sat opposite a little girl probably only three or four whose language was unfamiliar, but whose staring competitions with me kept me occupied until we arrived home.
Lorraine and I had a slightly guilty curry. She had really enjoyed seeing Sam up in Leeds, and I had a wonderful weekend too.
Below part of the city wall, an angel outside the cathedral, outside the cathedral, the Clock Tower on the Eastgate, carvings on an old building, a Chester street scene towards Eastgate, and Helsby Hill's profile. Apparently there was an iron age fort up there too as the hill impressively dominates the flat land looking out to the Mersey.
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