Out and About…

Go west young man...

 

Well, went west, realised I ain’t young anymore, but struggled on anyway.

Two hours later and arrived at Chester. A small city with a large presence. Great place, and loves cameras. Easy journey from here as well.

Just before noon and the city welcomes me with loads of pomp and ceremony. (Er, made that bit up, actually got a few traffic lights that were green as I got to them, so that counts near enough for me as they usually turn red as I approach them). The car is happily lodged in Market Place NCP. The good news about this, Chester has a policy of free parking after 3:00 pm, so I only have to fork out £3.70 for as long as I want. Result. Memo to self, “Come here again”.

So out on the streets and the first call needs to be food and a cuppa. ‘Pret-a-Manger’ to the rescue. Lovely little place, with plenty of choice. One sarnie and a cup of cappuccino later and its back outside on the travels. First point of interest is the riverside. I could spend all day here, just lazily watching the boats and the ducks and snapping the odd pic now and then. Very relaxing and very peaceful, considering the city is quite busy. Loads of seating areas and places to get another cuppa, so even my decrepit old knees aren’t put to too much trouble.

Time to move on and not far away are the city walls. Up we go, more pressure on the knees, but I persevere. A leisurely stroll along the tops and more photo opportunities taken. Hardly a cloud, so the sun is very prominent, so out comes the ND and a polariser, more to stop the sky being burnt out than anything else, although, it does help with windows and water reflections.

After walking a good half hours worth of my slow amble along the walls, it’s time to descend to the masses again and pay a visit to the cathedral. Free entry, I like this. Regardless of your faith, you shouldn’t have to pay to get into any church. Make a donation, yes; pay a fee, no. The stained glass always takes my eye, not for any religious meaning, but just for the creative skill of the people who made them. The machinery goes into overtime mode, as I can’t resist taking pics of the windows. With the sun shining through, the windows to the rear of the church are a mass of colour.

 

The day went on and I ended up just strolling along some of the many cobbled streets, still part of Chester’s character.

All in all, a pleasant day out and a place I intend to visit again.

 
 

Mart.