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.