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My Favourite Towns of Britain – Lerwick

The Shetland islands are the northernmost archipelago of the British Isles; and although several villages lie further to the north, Lerwick is by far the largest settlement. As such, it is home to the a lot of northernmost facilities in the U.K.: from department stores to industrial estates, from bus stations to Chinese restaurants. It does make touring the unremarkable bits of town all that more interesting. If anything, it’s nice to be able to brag.

My Favourite Towns of Britain – Aberystwyth

Just the word "Aberystwyth" conjures up the image of Celtic mystery. Nobody knows how to pronounce the name; nobody know where the town is situated. Perhaps the only “town” deserving of this epithet in mid-Wales, it’s at least a three hour drive from anywhere resembling a major city: if travelling from London, it’s generally quicker to reach the Mediterranean. By rail, it’s the terminus of a single spur, spitting off from the already little-trafficked Cambrian Coast line. It’s very much end of the journey, and worthy for that alone.

Norwich – Norfolk’s Pleasant Surprise

There I was, as per usual, hitting the (rail)road last bank holiday weekend. My journey took me to East Anglia....

Postcards from Orkney (2)

I soldier on in the Orkneys. Today, for a couple of history lesson. The Harbour at St. Margaret’s Hope, South...

Postcards from Orkney (1)

Orkney: an island group about 10 miles north of the Top End of Scotland. With its treasures and histories shrouded...

Where I went last weekend: Wrest Park, Bedford

It took about 10 minutes to walk between Bedford’s railway and bus station, winding through some typically suburban lanes. En-route, there was a modernist Italian church, with the Italian tricolour and the EU flag flapping on the buntings outside; a West Indian social club, draped with handbills for a Jamaican independence day bash; a Polish club, with Euro-pop emanating from the attached bar; and a mosque, dome almost like a Russian Orthodox Church, with taxis parked outside. Middle England.

Bristol in the Rain (2)

What a miserable day! What an enjoyable time. Journeying on, Bristol in the January Rain. The morning dawned under the...

Bristol in the Rain (1)

When: the rainiest weekend of the nascent 2018 Where: Under Brunel’s magnificent arch, Temple Meads station And there I was, staring at the map whilst sheltering from the downpour, trying to navigate my way to town.

Fairytale in Hollyhock

Since I have a penchant for writing about my ‘adventures’, I’m often asked to recommend places. A classic one is ‘let’s...

Why Hull? For the Hipsterness (2)

Continuing to answer yesterday’s question: Q: Why Hull? A4: For the Hipsterness. Yeah you did read this correctly. Allow me...

Why Hull? (1) For the Cream Phone Box

…’Why do you want to go to Hull?’ my friend asked, inquisitively. ‘Why not? It’s the City of Culture isn’t...

My Extreme Points of the United Kingdom

A chronicle of the extreme reaches of the United Kingdom, and how close (but yet too far) I've got to them.

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