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Lincoln Cathedral
Yesterday’s journey up to Lincoln restored my faith in British railways. We left Chelmsford precisely on time, had like-warm coffee at Kings Cross and the rolled out of the platform heading north, on an Inter City with wireless […]

Is it really only a week since we came back from our travels? It feels like much longer, but in fact it’s less - 6 days - but being busy has made it feel like I’ve packed in enough to fill a fortnight or two.
That’s kind of why I’ve been lax about writing on here […]

It’s nice to be home among my familiar things, but I’ve brought back a nasty cold with me. I’m keeping topped up with Berocca to try and stave off the worst, and spent last night making big vats of soup. So much of the stuff, in fact, that there’s not enough room in the freezer […]

Selfridges, Birmingham Bull Ring
Turns out Birmingham is actually rather fab. It’s about ten years since I was last there so I was expecting the nasty, grum concrete-coated town I’d seen back then. What we found, though, was a vibrant, clean, and achitecturally stunning city. The shopping is fantastic, the people are friendly and the food […]

Manchester’s Urbis museum.
We left York later than planned yesterday, so after getting lost, then breaking for tea and cake in Skipton didn’t roll into Manchester until some time around seven. A quick shower and we were out for a walk, surprising ourselves when we ended up back where we’d started ten minutes later. Just as […]

York Minster by night.
A little further north still, and as Nottingham was warmer than Stratford, so York is warmer still
We left Nottingham around lunchtime, after a morning spent doing our own things. Paul went to the library to research his family tree and found a nest of potential relatives, while I walked the streets looking […]

After two years

Hamlet, holding poor Yorik’s skull. Apparently he used to know him quite well.
People around here driver very veeeery slowly. Well, they do just outside the town. We crept along behind a red Volvo, registration 166AD, which probably denotes the year it left wherever it was coming from.
So anyway, we got here. The second stop in […]