I have a love hate relationship with the town of my birth. This is a great pity since the place is particularly picturesque. Not quaint – but full of history – full of Georgian buildings. Have you guessed the location yet?
OK its Georgian architecture is mostly fake – well the modern bits of the city are. The original crescents and squares are mostly a honey coloured limestone. But look at the modern shops – this modern stone seems to stay the same washed white colour.
I visited this city on Sunday 11 December 2016. I got to the sleepy suburb – that now boasts one bookshop as well as a restaurant that attracts a good number of people. Like most places there is a choice of second-hand shops. Sainsbury’s is where Woolworths was.
The library was closed – but that was expected. With an hourly train service I was out of there by half past one.
Ironically the reason I went there was to visit a family member – someone you would expect would be pleased to see me. But the damn door-bell did not work – and I could not raise a soul. Two hours later I was conveying what a waste of time my journey was.
But is was a good day for a train ride. The light was good and the weather dry. I got back home in time to go out for a second treat – a cake – something with enough chocolate in the make it worthwhile.
12th December 2016 – one month until my next birthday – Heather Anne