Here I give you some of my photographs from Heaton Park this October that I like best. Something different than autumn leaves. Enjoy!
When I looked at the pictures I took last time at Heaton Park, it seemed to me they were telling a story.
Branch pointing out your direction, in duplicate. If you get lost it’s your fault.
This, whatever-plant-this-is is dancing. Maybe it’s taking tips from the dancing tree, after all it grows only yards away from it.
Swans having a conversation.
Swan 1: The seagulls always steal all the bread and then they have a go at us.
Swan 2: Greedy bastards.
Geese doing an epic walk, or I should say an epic swim.
Here are some of my best pics from September.
As promised, here is the Chester Cathedral entry. Look and see what I mean about its having its own post!
Well, it’s huge.
They even have a Lego model!
I’m particularly pleased with this photograph, which I saved for the end:
I don’t know much about the different architectural styles the cathedral has been through, so here is the link to its Wikipedia article.
The name of this city is the same as the one I live in, without the Man bit. It lies close to the border with Wales and was founded by old Romans as their fortress.
So I went there are took a lot of pictures and managed to narrow them down to eight. And there will still be a separate post for the Chester Cathedral.
Old Dee Bridge – bridge on the River Dee.
Bandstand on the riverside.
Roman Amphitheatre, or what’s left of it. The church in the background is St John the Baptist.
This city seems to have a lot of tourists, which is not surprising and it definitely made me feel not-stupid walking around with a camera, as I wasn’t the only one.
For this post I’m recycling the title from last year because I couldn’t think of anything better. And, like, it’s not a lie. September days are truly here.
Though it may not seem like it from this pic–it’s an autumnal kind of sun.
I went to Southport beach. These are the objects I found there and photographed.
A branch of some sort?
A piece of marine plant that looks like Baby Groot from the Marvel movies.
A seashell. Obviously.
That’s just my foot.
The problem with taking so many pictures when going on a trip is that it’s so hard to decide which ones to post on the blog.me
When I went to Marple, I didn’t have any particular plan. I asked the guy behind the information counter at the station what there was to see and he said there was a river on one side (Goyt), canal on the other and that there was a place called Roman Lakes.
I went down to the village and walked a bit, when I spotted a trail and I thought, okay, since I had such a good experience with it last time in Hebden Bridge, I would try it again. A good decision! Not only did I get a healthy hike and some great shots out of it, I eventually reached the lakes place the information guy told me about–from the other side.
I can see why it is popular.
My old friends ducks and geese hang out here a lot.
That’s where I sat when eating my bacon sandwich. Yes, they do serve food and drink here and there is also a toilet–see the building on the left on the top photo.
I should add, the lakes have nothing to do with Romans, they’re just named that way. I haven’t managed to find out why, so I’m going with Bill of Kill Bill‘s saying “They thought it sounded cool”.
Marple is a small town near Manchester. Its name may remind you of a certain old lady sleuth.
The town’s station embraces it 100%.
There is also this, on the other platform.
The poster lists all the ties Agatha Christie to the North. I’ve already covered Abney Hall on the blog.
This was the first time ever I visited Marple. I always thought it was a coincidence, but it turns out that Miss Marple’s name was indeed inspired by the town. I actually found out about the posters at the station from the Twitter account Agatha Christie in the North. And I found out about the Twitter account because they followed me after I tweeted something (I think it must have been that Abney Hall post–all my posts are automatically tweeted as soon as they’re published.) So really, it was me being a fan that helped me discover things related to the thing that I’m a fan of!
Although to be fair, I most likely would have gone to Marple at some point anyway.
Read my post on Agatha here.
Of course, I saw more than the train station when I went to Marple–but that’s material for a different post.