Our day out: Buxton

Another sunny day and no work that┬áneeds urgently doing for either of us, so we get in the car and set off to our mystery destination. Oh, given it away with the title of the piece already. In 1972 and ’73 I’d passed through here on my way to the Buxton Pop Festival. Hitching to […]

In Clitheroe: From a high hill

“Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.” Standing on a high hill in Clitheroe, north east […]

Great bus journeys of the world: the 471 & 472

Continuing to explore Greater Liverpool – on the bus. I was nearly a Twirly this morning. Sarah’s left the house very early to run a funeral service and so I’m up and around early too. Ready for something that might be a ‘Great bus journey’ and a ‘Friday Walk’ combined. Just in time I remember […]