Priory Park, Warwick
Just to the north of the centre of Warwick lies one of the many Priory Parks of England. This one is a small green and wooded space squeezed […]
Kinder Scout revisited
Kinder Scout looms large on the horizon as you drive over the moors towards the Derwent Valley. Almost mesa like, it broods darkly over the lesser heights, blocking off sight of all points north.
Lost and Found
The first sunny day for ages and I am standing in the middle of the heather wasteland that makes up large chunks of the Berwyn hills, searching for a faint track that I was fairly sure existed but simply could not see.
A Day on Kinder Scout, Derbyshire
I’ve been over Kinder Scout so many times I’ve lost count, from freezing cold winters with the ground covered in drifted snow to baking hot summer days where all around is green and lush, and the warmth radiates back from the peat and the gritstone rocks. But above all Kinder Scout, along with its neighbour Bleaklow, are my springtime go-to hills.
Warsaw
I have been to Warsaw before but still feel a child like thrill as my train pulls into the city. I think because it was a long time goal, a reminder of my first foray to Europe, to Paris waiting for the train home at Gare du Nord. On the departure board there was no Crewe or Doncaster, or Swindon. Instead Brussels, Hannover, Berlin, Warsaw, Moscow. Exotic cities of the Old East.
Gdansk
Gdansk. Danzig. The city where the first shots of World War II were fired and where the opening salvos that finally brought down the crumbling Eastern Bloc were unleashed. And, as that experiment in Empire has collapsed, so it feels that the centuries of wealth has drained and departed from the city: no more the town’s Baltic trade, no more the Free City and no more work at the mighty Lenin shipyards. Though not yet gone.
Laceways, Birmingham
There is something about city snowfall that takes one back in time. Not the huge snowfalls followed by bright sun that typifies an American winter – strong white under pale blue. No, I mean the type of snow that falls slowly, wetly, all day and blankets the city under the gloomy grey murk of Northern European skies.
Blankenberge
On the Belgian Coast sits the strikingly ugly town of Blankenberge. A kilometre long wall of apartments, uniformly ten stories high, separates the land and its low lying town from the rolling brown waves of the North Sea.
European Cities
Somehow between late 2009 and end 2011, between happy circumstance and a little bit of planning, I contrived to visit a series of European cities. Athens, Madrid, Liverpool, Brussels, Berlin, Hamburg, Koln… Edinburgh, Glasgow, Bucharest, Warsaw, Wroclaw, Inverness, Amsterdam, Krakow…