Have you considered decorating your bed and placing it on show? Why not? Sir Rhys ap Thomas had his four poster carved and sited so all could see his wealth c1520. Something that was right to have on show, though you’d be hoping not to have need of it, was the horse-drawn hearse from Berriew,Continue reading “Your turn!”
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Three women.
So many opportunities for seaside villages in Wales, but when you have to pick one? Tenby has a certain ring to it, don’t you think? Cardiff to Tenby, three hours, three trains. Hope this is worth it. The steel works at Port Talbot aren’t very inspiring. Coming into Swansea, a spider on steroids creeps towardsContinue reading “Three women.”
The woman at breakfast.
The woman had sat at her breakfast table for over half an hour, staring into nowhere. Her cold cup of tea occasionally made it’s way to her lips, but there was no sign she’d noticed. Of slight build, she appeared to be less than five feet tall, topped with a well-groomed mane of golden-brown shoulder-lengthContinue reading “The woman at breakfast.”
Sea shanties and Pink Floyd.
Worcester: In a dark street, central city, a small venue offering a stage, bar, and dance floor. The Marrs Bar is cosy, with couches lining one wall, and bar stools at tall round tables along another. The sound and lighting man does a great job, supporting whichever act is playing. I was in an unfamiliarContinue reading “Sea shanties and Pink Floyd.”
Treasure, or tat?
Those old porcelain pieces you’ve kept just because they were handed down, and guilt prevents you chucking them out… have a look at their bottoms. No, not for dust, but at the makers mark. If any say Wignoria, then you’ve got a Worcester piece from c1750. It might be worth a few bob too. AndContinue reading “Treasure, or tat?”
Good men, and bad
In the calm of Sunday morning Worcester, two walkers came across an older man crumpled up against a low wall. How easy it would have been to assume just another drunk, or worse. But these Samaritans checked the man was okay. He wasn’t; even pacemakers can go offshore sometimes. The ambulance siren shattered the earlyContinue reading “Good men, and bad”
With two hours to kill…
With two hours to kill before being able to check-in to the accommodation, and a suitcase in tow, there’s only really two choices; find a Costa Cafe (they have free wifi), or visit the museum. Worcester Museum has basically four sections, plus a kids work area, cafe, and the obligatory gift shop. The first sectionContinue reading “With two hours to kill…”
Remembering Peter Collins.
So who was Peter Collins? Born in 1932, by the time he was eight years old Peter was shifting his father’s trucks around their Worcester transport yard, despite difficulty reaching the pedals. As a teen, he built his own car from a damaged Austin 7, fitting Ford gear into it, and straightening the bodywork. ThenContinue reading “Remembering Peter Collins.”
Getting there?
It’s wise to have a plan. It gives the rain gods something to play with. In my case, the plan was to travel by train from Buxton to Leominster (pronounced Lemster), with a single change at Stockport. The timing would give a whole afternoon to wander around Leominster, which is celebrated for it’s black andContinue reading “Getting there?”
Snippets
(Just a few snippets to share which haven’t fitted into the blogs.) From Belfast: What was it with the traffic warden that he felt the need to ticket a driver who was patiently waiting for another car to pull out of a parking space? The second car was indicating. ‘Obstruction of traffic’ he called it.Continue reading “Snippets”
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