Bailey Jones's Journal
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Initiation into the magical art of train travel
T for Tuesday is asking for posts with some link to a drink..on the journey below, my Great Aunt Eliza and I drank coffee from a flask. If I...
Sunday, 28 January 2018
Farewell icons of my youthful days
In the world of the arts, some artists matter to us more than others, we recognise their talents, we love, admire, appreciate their work. Th...
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
A 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...
View web version