Bailey Jones's Journal
Sunday, 31 December 2017
Slipping through to the next year
For many years I stood on the cusp of the Old Year and The New and believed I was slipping through the time zone to a better place. I no lon...
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
An walk from the Ribble Estuary to the Sea
There is something slightly bleak about estuaries but, looking east, the Ribble Estuary is rather beautiful, and, on a clear day such as th...
Sunday, 12 March 2017
My Northern City
A northern lass, my nearest city is Manchester. A city I love dearly. Powerhouse of the Industrial Revolution and commercial hub for the now...
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
A virtual journey to the Dove at Hammersmith
Invited to share a drink with The Altered Book Lover. I decide we should go down to the Thames at Hammersmith. Cutting through the quieter ...
Saturday, 25 February 2017
Written on a journey
Outside, fine but dull grey mists leave the ground chilled. Inside the rapidly moving train people engage with electronic devices. No more...
Monday, 20 February 2017
Look! We have come through
DH Lawrences's famous words were written about his relationship with his lover, as they defied convention and culture and overcame the o...
Sunday, 1 January 2017
A winter walk as the sun goes down
(Photo taken on a different day) I am lucky to live not far from the West Lancashire Moors, recently given SSI status by the po...
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