Friday 19 September 2008

Two months, again

Two months have passed again, though I did promise to write more frequently. I apologise and refrain from giving a similar promise for now. Of course, this is not meant to say that I would not write again, or that there was nothing to write. Neither am I lacking encouragements from my dear readers. Au contraire, I will keep on writing and hope that I will be worth reading.

Again, for now I limit myself to posting some pictures, as usual, they do not stay uncommented. I have some more pictures from abroad as I visited another country of the United Kingdom, namely Wales. Also, I have added more pins to my Map.

Let me begin with Llandudno, Wales. A pretty seaside resort, including the obligatory pier as this is still Britain. Special to mention about Llandudno is not only its name, but also the hill right next to the sea that gives you nice views on the bay and that you can descend from in Britains longest cable way.

Llandudno


Then I went to York that does not have skyscrapers, but a minister that is the biggest in some category – I think it was something to do with a church of a particular faith north of the Alps. Also, there is a wall, around town, however, and without graffiti.

York


Manchester Pride Parade was another event, not on Christopher Street Day, but in the middle of "summer" (in fact, it did not rain that day). Nice to see, a bit like a German carnival parade, but without candy and in pink.

Machester Pride Parade


Continuing with some pictures from Buxton, a small town at the edge of the Peak District. Notable here is the nicely renovated Opera House - something you wouldn't expect in such a spa town and even less in that baroque style - art historians may stone me now for I certainly got the epoch wrong, but it is nicely ornamented inside with angels and freskos.

Buxton


Finally, the highlight up to now: Lake District. By far the most beautiful region in England, somehow like a small Switzerland, meaning mountains and lakes. A lot of green and very romantic, which has attracted some writers. I drove a car for the first time here which was less nerve-racking at the end than I had expected. As we all know, they drive on the wrong side of the road in England – luckily, everybody does it, thus this is the least problem. What makes it interesting are the narrow roads that are partly crowded even Thursdays and the solid stone walls right at the edge of the road that they build instead of fences. Still, I and the car survived unbruised and I brought many pretty pictures and the goal to return there.

Lake District


This, however, will be a topic for one of the next times. As I said, I do not promise to, but perhaps I will manage to blog a bit timelier.

As a small postscriptum, I can announce that I have a well-rehearsed guided tour of Manchester now, thanks to my visitors that patiently helped me test it. Further testers for future refinements are always welcome.