Wander to the canal...and back

It was a sunny day - too good to pass up the chance for a #wander. I'd forgotten my good camera, so the two ideas I had ready would have to wait... this would be a good old fashioned wander in the sunshine.

Round the corner to Kayes Walk - cut through St Mary's graveyard in the 1860's. There are gravestones set into the wall... but how many graves beneath the stone flags?

The Nottingham Contemporary. I always think it is going to be more photogenic than it turns out to be. Perhaps it deserves a #wander all of its own.

Weekday cross. There has been a market cross on this site for over 500 years... though, for at least the last 300 years it seems to have been more of a pillar than a cross.

Look up from the window display at M&S to see an imposing Art Deco building.

Walking on towards the train station, the To Let signs start to become more common. Hard times have even come to the sex shop. Great building though.

There is a clutch of grand buildings near the train station...

...the grandeur now sadly fading.

The train station itself is a vision in red brick, and probably deserves a wander all of its own one day.

More shabby grandeur, I don't imagine that this hotel houses many visitors to the town.

And down towards the canal. Canal side drinkers in the sunshine... why am I on this side of the canal?

Outside the Crown Court building. There is usually a TV news crew outside filming a sneering recidivist.

This old canal bridge that doesn't go anywhere anymore. Great warehouse in the background.

Further along the canal there is a lock and a cast-iron bridge.

A little further on gives a view to the castle flying the George Cross. This will probably be at half mast after the next world cup match.

Not sure what this place is these days, but I love the proportions, and the truncated chimney.

I walked further till I came to a footbridge. It was getting hot, and my dinner hour was running out so I decided to cross and come back. A great view for the middle of a city.

I wonder if this hold building still belongs to William Woodsend.

Peeping through the houses, the Inland Revenue building waits, like a giant money stealing bug.

This is why there is a castle in Nottingham. Who would scale Castle Rock?

I think this building houses an electricity sub-station - there was a recent fire here which took out much of the city's electricity for half a day.

You're seen it before and you'll see it again - 'Ye Olde' Trip To Jerusalem.

I'm a sucker for an old doorway.

The Royal Children, another of Nottingham's very very old pubs.

Horrible, horrible building.

And finally, a view of High Pavement from the entrance to St Mary's.

That is all. Thankyou.

Little Mavis in Whitby

First Church street. Tiny narrow street, filled with tourists (and occasionally vans)

There are lots of little alleyways leading off it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a good old-fashioned sweetie shop for @captain_doodle (even has a cartoon dog to mark the spot for him)

Crab fishing is still a big industry in Whitby

Really not sure what this building is (possibly something to do with boats)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It has a well protected harbour

It has a lovely beach, fairly quiet

 

This is my dad trying to work out how to use his new-fangled digital camera

 

 

 

 

 

And finally.... This is Filey, looking quite Mediterranean

Lancaster

Here’s me latest meander, courtesy of a quick drive up the M6 to deliver Wombette Major back to University. Lancaster’s a lovely city, and when there are stalls out on the streets selling all sorts of knick-knacks, bric-a-brac, oojamaflips and wossnames, the place hums with a happy babble. Here, people gather outside… well, can you guess what the building is?

   

Little Mavis bought herself Chinese food from a street-vendor, while I moved along a couple of stalls and had the tastiest biriani.

 

 

 

 

This lass was something else – nice powerful thighs there….. sorry, drifted off for a moment. To preview her ‘Strongwoman’ act, she hoicked a bystander off his feet and carried him off. Much to the distress of his child (on the right), and the amusement of his OH (upper right).

 

Up the hill is the castle, but it costs a fair whack to be toured around, and as regular readers will know I am a Yorkshireman, and if it’s not free, it can bloody well bugger off. Here’s the outside of the castle with a pretty tree.

In the castle grounds, ‘jolly re-enactors’ were teaching children to fight with swords, maces and other weapons. Cos that’s ALWAYS a good idea.

From the castle grounds you get a lovely view. NOTE: Tom Wigam, apparently, is a dirty emo and a tramp.

Next photos – gargoyles on the church, and Little Mavis nomming her Chinese. I make no comparison. No comparison at all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here’s the very pretty church interior.

Another view from the castle, this time of the monument in Williamson Park. You can see Wombette Major’s house from here as well (not pictured).

Lovely curves, both on the street and on the photographer (Little Mavis took this one).

And here’s Wombette Major resting on the castle steps.

A red door, cos Thom likes doors, and then WTF are these hooks for by the lamp? I can’t imagine, personally. (well, I can, but I doubt my weird ideas are anywhere near the actual truth)

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite the prominence of the signpost, I have absolutely no idea of the name of this square. Pretty though, int it?

 

Houses looming like vultures over the corpses of two garages (poetic, eh?)

   

Beehive!

On the old Co-op building. Something about co-operative insects or something, probably.

 

 

 

And especially for Captain Doodle, here’s this post’s obligatory sweet shop.

Interestingly, the streets of Lancaster are paved with old pennies and stuff, all glued into the pavement. Look closely, and you’ll see quite a few fpreign coins as well (well, not in the photo you won’t, but if you were actually THERE)

Finally, the sexy Queen Victoria towers greenly above us as we take our leave.