Windsor, home to royalty and Legoland UK; enough to demand a visit. On the day in question Legoland was fully booked, but the castle wasn’t. What should I take from that? Could it be that fun parks hold more interest than history and royalty? That we prefer bright colours to greys and golds? Or thatContinue reading “Windsor, where Lego meets Royal.”
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I now have three hands!
Getting around London to see tourist hot spots via a Hop-on, hop-off service; what a way to see the town! Ear-phoned stories along the way, and cheery music, all served up on a double-decker bus from which the views are amazing. They also save a lot of time and money. But don’t bother asking aContinue reading “I now have three hands!”
Odd things in Bath
Why was there a North American Indian playing operatic tunes on the pan pipes in a historically Roman town in the UK? But this busker was truly special: And here’s the most expensive icecream (no wonder there was only one customer gullible enough to succumb): A lovely bookshop sign: The weirdest hotel advertising. Do theyContinue reading “Odd things in Bath”
Worth saving!
Arriving in Tenby could make you wonder if you should have stayed on the train! Especially after talking to three golfers who were heading to Tenby’s golf course because it is the oldest course in Wales, was refurbished at a cost of two million pounds to be an all-weather course, and has buggies. Not oneContinue reading “Worth saving!”
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.”
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”
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.”
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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