I flew over Greenland, landing in Manchester.
It was 21 degrees on the Manchester Piccadilly platform when I arrived from the airport. With the announcement of each train’s destination and subsequent stops, the rail employee reminded us about not smoking. The addicts ignored her, puffing away at the end of the platform while an attendant cleared garbage off the cement floor. Continue reading Impressions from a train – Manchester to Liverpool
At dockside Liverpool, the buildings were a show piece, the dock appeared recently updated. The old grandeur of the stately buildings gave a glimpse of the city’s past glory.
I did what I had wanted to do since the old Gerry and the Pacemakers’ hit song first rung in my ears, took a ferry across the Mersey. It was the best part of my short visit. Birkenhead and Wallasey on the opposite bank looked inviting as the ferry headed to the mouth of the river. Continue reading Ferry across the Mersey
My first welcome as I stepped out of the train station in Liverpool, was Mona Lennon, a reminder of what put the city back on the map when its empire days were over. Continue reading Litterpool
I’d had an unexpected great ten days in Ireland because no matter where I went, people were friendly. In Cork, a woman joined me in a restaurant, and I heard every detail about her perfect son who never drank. No matter who sat next to me on trains and buses, a conversation broke out. It reminded me of growing up in Australia where, travelling with my mother on a tram, she would always talk with strangers around her. Continue reading Leaving Ireland
Although Kilkenny was small, it was lively during the Arts Festival. I visited old sites: I wandered through Kilkenny Castle and lounged on the lush grounds; I went into spooky Rothe House; climbed St Canice’s Cathedral’s tower where I could see farms dotted in the distance; walked along the Butter Slip where maids once sold their butter; and even took in an Australian movie. Continue reading Last stop – Kilkenny
I took a ferry from Liverpool to Dublin. On my arrival, a woman approached at the ferry terminal promoting her B&B, sort of near where I hoped to stay. As I hadn’t booked anywhere for the entire Irish trip, I stayed with this friendly couple half way between Dublin and Howth. Continue reading Howth trail, Ireland