Birmingham to Mytholmroyd

On Saturday afternoon after our time in the gallery we went to the city library, and immense building with different levels and viewing platforms. Although the city has grown on us and has some beautiful areas, the view confirms that it is rather a mish mash of old and new, shabby and imposing, and starkly modern.

Continuing our walk, we found the canal and walked along for a while before leaving to start on our way home.

We needed food and walked into the shopping centre where we found a food hall. The Japanese food looked most interesting and we saved money by having very small meals, which left us slightly hungry. We picked up a meringue to share and had it with bananas and peppermint teas when we arrived back.

There is a nightclub nearby and the local youth were partying, with loud music and shouting. Although we saw police cars and emergency vehicles lined up in a side street we didn’t hear them springing into action. I had some earbuds and found them very effective in shutting out the noise. We also partly closed our window as the night was a bit cooler.

Yesterday we walked out to try to have the nice bacon and egg sandwich we had yesterday, but the cafe was closed for Sunday. That left Starbucks as our only option. We picked up some fruit from the backpackers breakfast on our way back to our room. Our bus was leaving at 11.30 and checkout was 11.00 a.m. and we didn’t feel the need to hurry and that made packing up easier. We arrived at the bus station, bought some food for our picnic lunch on the bus, then called Matt for a FaceTime session. He wished Stephen Happy Father’s Day – not clear enough for us to understand, but the intention was clear.

The bus ride was fairly comfortable, but no opportunity to spread out as there is on a train. When we arrived at the bus station in Manchester there was about a 10 minute walk to the tram. Google Maps said that the distance to the train station was 16 minutes walk, so I suggested we walk. We passed the tram stop on the way. It was quite a distance after all, and the trams go right into the train station, catching the tram would have been the best option.

There was a train leaving in a few minutes, but we wanted to have time to work out the ticketing system and have a cup of coffee. As we waited the announcements kept coming about trains being delayed and cancelled. Fortunately, our wasn’t one of those.

On the train we felt we were definitely in a different region. It became hilly and wooded, with lots of small and large villages. We had sunshine most of the way and relaxed with the feeling that we had indeed arrived at a very beautiful area of England.

We weren’t sure if the buses were running so caught a taxi to the house. The front door was locked with a large padlock – which is only the beginning of it’s quirkiness. The owner is an artist, working in many different mediums, with examples of his artwork all through the house. We have a steep staircase, with three levels. Fortunately, we only need two levels.

At the top of the first flight the step goes into the hallway and we were worried that we might fall down the stairs during the night when going to the toilet. Fortunately, there is a little gate and cover for the stairs, which makes it fairly safe, though the cover is itself a trip hazard. Better to fall on a wooden floor than all the way down the stairs to a tiled floor at the bottom.

The front door of the house opens straight onto a road. If you cross it, there is a lovely view and the sound of a stream running far below. We have a car, which is fortunate as we needed to do some shopping of basics such as milk for the morning. We thought that being Sunday everything would be closed, but Google Maps showed a Sainsbury’s Local open until 11.00 p.m. down the hill near the station. We got quite a lot of food since we had a car to transport it home. By this morning we have another list of things we didn’t think of last night.

The central heating is on all the time and we didn’t realised it wasn’t on a timer until the bedroom got too hot for us, despite an open window. We turned off the heater to our room and I’ve turned the whole system down this morning. Although it is officially autumn temperatures aren’t all that cold, about a 12 degree minimum. Still, we are glad to have the heating system and know that we can be comfortable in the house.

There is much to explore, with the Bronte house about a 45 minute drive away and a park with waterfalls and walk and a cafe just 20 minutes away. We want to explore the local villages as well.

Getting into Manchester is fairly easy by train, only one an hour. Then there is a tram to the airport. We will see how we go with the driving as that seems the best way to explore around our area. Stephen and I are both on the vehicle insurance policy for the little car, a 2011 VW Golf four door and can share the driving if we want to go a longer distance. It would be much more challenging if we had to rely on public transport.

The view just across the road.

A visit to Lichfield and Erasmus Darwin Museum


Our main reason for coming here to Birmingham was to visit the house museum of Erasmus Darwin, the grandfather of Charles Darwin. Rather than stay in Lichfield, which is a small town, we came to Birmingham, where we will have a second day to explore.We took a train to Lichfield and back.

Stephen has become rather fascinated by Erasmus Darwin after reading his biography. He was actually quite an amazing man, a well respected doctor and inventor, with many and varied interests. He married twice, and also had two illegitimate daughters by a housekeeper when he was between marriages. He believed in the education of women, including in the sciences, but not in true emancipation, of course. He set up a school for girls to be run by his illegitimate daughters, I guess a way of giving them a useful occupation.

A couple of his inventions were the trap for water closets that meant they no longer connected to the sewage directly, having a water cap. Water closets had been in use for some time, but this was a definite improvement. He also worked out that carriages needed to have a special front axle for turning to make the wheels move at different angles and speeds. Carriages used to tip over frequently and he used his invention on his own carriage. This invention is in use to this day, especially useful for large vehicles such as buses. He didn’t patent any of his ideas and inventions, believing that they should be the benefit of all humanity. He and his LunatikSociety (as they called themselves, actually the Lunar Societybecause they met on the night of the full moon so that they had moonlight for travelling to each other’s houses) also believed in the abolition of slavery. He may have been influenced by his medical training in Scotland. As a group, they worked together on inventions and ideas.

Erasmus was overweight and not good looking at all, according to contemporary accounts, yet seems to have been very successful with women, perhaps because he considered them to be as intelligent as men, although his ideas still included that women should be there to take care of the children and household matters, and perhaps that the education of women would make them better companions for intelligent men like himself.

And this is the man who had a great deal of influence on his grandson, indirectly as they never met. Erasmus wrote books where he explored the idea of natural selection and he believed that the evolution of life took millions of years.

At one time it was thought that Lichfield would be much more important than Birmingham, but the advent of the Industrial Revolution changed all that. Consequently, Lichfield is a beautiful small town with many historic buildings, including a truly splendid cathedral.

Afternoon tea at the Cathedral Tearooms

We enjoyed our outing very much and arrived back in Birmingham in time for a browse in Waterstones (one of the few bookstore chains still successful). We had a light meal at a small pub near our accommodation.

On our first day I bought some milk for morning cups of tea and stored it in the communal fridge. It was well labelled as being ours. Yesterday morning we found that someone had opened and used our milk, despite it being clearly labelled. I put a note on it asking politely that it not be used, but when we got home yesterday evening, it had been used again. Rather than rely on notes and labels, I took it to our room and stored it on the windowsill near the open window overnight. It was OK to use this morning, but we threw the rest away.

Breakfast is included at our backpackers, but it is quite meagre, just toast and various jams, and some bowls of fresh fruit. This morning we picked up some fruit and went out to a local café where we had mugs of hot chocolate and bacon and egg sandwiches. I had hoped for coffee, but it was a very basic café and hot chocolate seemed safer.

We topped up our phones this morning, using vouches from our provider.

We caught a bus, just one stop but it saves our legs a bit, into the centre to explore the Art Gallery and Museum, the Library, and the Birmingham Cathedral. I’ve had coffee in the Edwardian Tearooms in the Gallery, and worked on this blog whilst Stephen went through the history of the Industrial Revolution. He gave me the highlights. The building is very beautiful inside and it is free. Perhaps they make money from the tearooms and shop to help with upkeep.

The ceiling of the Gallery Tearooms.


Birmingham or bust

This excellent graffiti mural is opposite where we are staying. Most of the graffiti we see isn’t nearly this good.

We caught our local train to Victoria Station, then hauled our stuff about a block and a half to the coach station.

We made it, of course. We are staying in a backpackers that is very like the backpackers we used to stay in, before they became more like hotels. I’ll take some photos of the common room tomorrow when we have breakfast. Our actual room is in an annex, which is more modern, but still shabby. Still, we have our own room with en-suite and it is roomy enough, with modern windows.

The outside of the main building/

We go through the purple door to get to our room at the rear of the hostel

We had two cases, my duffle, plus small backpacks and shoulder bags, nothing very heavy since the weight was well distributed, but we were very happy to have help getting the cases upstairs to our first floor room.

Birmingham as we came into town is very dingy and almost deselect looking. Our backpackers is close to the centre of town in a dingy street. But, we walked up to the town centre this evening and found an extensive modern shopping centre and some older buildings further along. There were lots of people around, in fact it was bustling. At the Town hall there was the obligatory protest about the present political situation, with police looking on.

This, believe it or not, is the Apple Store.

We had tea at a place that specialises in pies, and had traditional English style with mushy peas and mashed potatoes. The other clientele were young and stylish, the prices moderate, and as we were very hungry we felt we had made the right choice.

After a few days of doing very little (going up and down stairs in the Croydon apartment surely counts for something) I have done about 15,000 steps today, not too bad.

We watched the protest from a distance.

The beautiful Town Hall.

This area is called the Bull Ring. We need to know more of the history to know what it means.

Old and new.

The young woman on reception is a bit of a history buff and was able to give us lots of information on local attractions, particularly with regard to historical sites. The Tourist Information Bureau has closed, but she could run it by herself. One of the places would interest Eversley, the local town of Bournville where the Cadbury Chocolate Factory was built by Quakers. She said that in Britain chocolate factories were usually started by Quakers. I theorised that chocolate is an addictive substance that seems to be very safe, something that doesn’t contradict their ideas of living simply. The original owner built a beautiful village for the factory workers, based on the usual English style of little houses in a row. I hope we have time to go there, and to some of the other places she mentioned.

The weather did change yesterday, as promised. It was still a bit stuffy overnight las night, but definitely cooler today. We wore light jumpers when we went for our evening walk. Tomorrow should be dry and about 22 degrees, very good for exploring.

We felt a bit of an affinity for this restaurant because of the name.

Boris subverts democracy with Trump’s approval

Boris looked like not being able to get a better Brexit deal than Teresa May and a group within his party wanted to fight against a ‘no deal’ Brexit happening on October 31st. Boris has taken the extreme step of closing parliament early. They could have had up to 39 days to work things out, now they will only have about 5 days.

The Queen must have been extremely angry about having to ‘consent’ to such a patently political move by Johnson. Even the speaker of the house has spoken out, and the speaker is supposed to be politically neutral.

It has created much discussion, no major protests so far, it will be interesting to see what happens. It isn’t a matter of being for or against Brexit, even supporters are outraged. It is unclear what the consequences of a ‘no deal’ Brexit would be, but there is talk of shortages of food and medicines and the need to stockpile.

Today we’ve been concentrating on packing our bags for leaving Croydon tomorrow to travel north. We are leaving quite a lot of clothes here, basically our summer gear.

For today, a couple of the photos taken through the train window in Switzerland.

An awfully hot day

We are just not used to coping without air conditioning. We didn’t go out today, apart from me going down to the shop for some salads.

Stephen has had a headache off and on for the past couple of days, a bit like a migraine in that it makes him feel unwell. We hope it’s just a virus and will clear by Thursday when we will be travelling to Birmingham.

Stephen had a shower during the afternoon to help him cool down. I went one better and sat in a bath for a while. We are so glad that the weather is going to change, but in the process of change it has become very humid and we might have one more uncomfortable night. G may have to invest in fans for his guests if this continues. We have an air circulation system but it isn’t strong enough to have the effect of a fan forcing air over us. We have all the windows and doors open to catch any breeze.

Tomorrow we need to pack for our journey northwards. We will need to sort through food in the cupboards and fridge to make sure we only leave what will be in date when we come back in October.

I’ve taken many photos from our balcony and the top floor patio on our other visits. It’s hard to resist as we have uninterrupted views on two sides of the building. There are taller buildings in East Croydon, but they are on the other side of the building.

Central London towers in the distance, this view is lit up with red lights from the many cranes at night.


So, the third day of heat here in southern England. We stayed home today as we thought everywhere would be packed because of the bank holiday. There is quite a strong breeze, but it hasn’t made dealing with the heat that much easier. We are not used to it being this hot without airconditioning.

We hope to go to another seaside town tomorrow. The temperature is forecast to be 31, just slightly cooler than today at 33. This sets a heat record for the August bank holiday.

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Today’s blog features a few more photos from Margate.


Trip to Margate on Saturday

We wanted to continue our exploration of English seaside towns and chose Margate – no special reason really, but it turned out to be a good choice as it is quite different to Hastings where we went on our last trip. For one thing, it has beautiful golden beach sand and have to say that people were making the most of the warm and sunny weather. The train filled up gradually as we got closer to our destination until there were people standing.

The train to Margate starts at Victoria Station. Stephen booked the tickets online the day before and we picked them up from a ticket machine when we got to the station. We left the house at about 9.30 a.m. and arrived home at 10.00 p.m. – a 12 hour day with around 5 hours of travelling, but still easier to organise than staying overnight. It gave us a chance to experience the seaside experience though we didn’t explore all that Margate has to offer.

My step count for the day was 19,000, and that equates to 10kms. There were lots of stairs as we went up and down from the beach front. We had lots of time for sitting around (on trains and in cafes) and it didn’t seem arduous at all, until we got home and I went straight to bed.

At lunchtime we found a pub with outdoor seating and reasonable prices. A shared bottle of alcohol free beer (.5 instead of the usual .4 alcohol, so called alcohol free beer wouldn’t work for a recovering alcoholic), a baked potato with cheese and salad for me and a green curry and rice for Stephen. There was a breeze and we almost put our jumpers on. You may see some photos of Stephen with his jumper on. By evening, the breeze had dropped and it was quite warm.

The most amazing natural feature was the difference between high tide (12.30 p.m) and low tide (6.30 p.m.). We left just as it reached peak tide to catch our train home. Days like this do not necessarily occur all that often and there were places that hired out deck chairs, beach umbrellas and wind breaks. Some people on the train brought picnics with them, but there was no need to bring other beach equipment, even if you had it.


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Low tide with boats on the sand
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Taken at around 6.30 p.m. with boats afloat.

The day was a little misty, especially noticeable over the sea.

Another phenomenon was a statue of a man looking out to see, which gradually disappeared as the tide came in.

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So completely gone that we had difficulty locating where he was.
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There was a museum nearby where we spent some time, viewing the exhibitions and having afternoon tea. We spent so long there that although I got one photo through a viewing window of the sea rising on the man, it had completely disappeared by the time we went out again. I wish I had gone out early enough to catch another glimpse of him being swallowed up.
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The water was fairly shallow and you had to go out some way for swimming, both in the bay and here on the outer beach. A little bit of social commentary… England is very black and white these days – and people of all colours mix socially (except at Glynbourne, which was overwhelmingly white, including the cast on stage). We hear about racism here, but it seems very integrated to us.

Our longest walk was after the museum visit and afternoon tea. We walked along the beach on a paved path, then up through a gap in the cliffs to the path along the top.

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As usual, we find travelling in trains very comfortable and restful. Stephen bought some Kentish Gypsy Tarts to enjoy on the way. He was excited to find we could buy two for 1.5 pounds (I’ll have to find the pound sign on my laptop keyboard, it must have one).


Our dinner consisted of a shared, very expensive hot dog, these tarts, 2 small apples and a stick of Margate Rock. The tarts were very light and I couldn’t pin down the flavour of the filling, perhaps mocca.

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Sea lapping at the foot of these steps at the end of the day. The steps were a long way from the water when we arrived.

Matt rang us at 11.30 a.m. today (Sunday). I was just setting up the laptop for blogging and it was a good time to see him. He seems, as usual, very happy and relaxed.




Dulwich Village

Stephen has been reading about the villages of London, suburbs with individual character. We went on a bus journey two and fro through many narrow and winding roads, an amazing feat of driving by the driver, as we could see from our perch on the upper deck. We had a similar amazing journey home, and this time in very busy traffic.

Our first stop was at the Horniman Museum. Donated to the public by a very rich businessman, it is a rather interesting house with a large and lovely garden. The museum is housed in a new building at the back of the main house. It is a very popular place with parents and children, so rather busy and noisy.

After lunch at the museum cafe we had a short walk in the garden before going by bus to our next destination, the Dulwich Picture Garden. I objected to the $26 entry fee, so chose to sit in the garden in the shade and write my blog.

Then we walked through the nearby park to find our next destination. We noticed lots of children in hire bicycles where you lie on your back, but didn’t take photos because they were kids. We asked directions of an elderly man and enjoyed a brief discussion about life.

We were heading to a cafe mentioned in the guide, the Blue Brick Cafe. It was probably mentioned because of having vegan and vegetarian options, but also because in a place with many cafes it is unique. Not many tables inside and curiously no windows that actually open. We sat outside.

Last night I noticed a big splodge on some photos of the city skyline. I took the blower to the sensor and thought it was fixed. This morning I found that I had merely scattered the dust around the sensor, and had to keep trying, taking photos of the sky in between bouts, to get it actually clean.

Sensor with splodge. Using an HDR process in editing certainly enhanced it.
After lots of goes at cleaning the sensor.

I’ll have the sensor properly cleaned when we get back to Perth, but in the meantime I hope this will suffice. I’m not changing lenses, which can introduce dust, but the zoom lens going in and out can pull dirt inside. Strange that we have been on holiday all this time before it happened.

Today we have been resting, only going to our local park for afternoon tea. Stephen made friends with the woman who runs the kiosk when we’ve been here on other stays in Croydon, and hoped to see her today, but her daughter was there instead. She was diplomatic and said that her mother has mentioned us to her. We appreciated her kindness, whilst doubting it was actually the case.

That’s where we had afternoon tea and you can see that we are having another sunny day. It is forecast to be about 30 and sunny for the next couple of days. A last burst of summer.


Yesterday we went to see ‘Night of the Iguana’, a Tennessee Williams play. It was very interesting, if not necessarily uplifting. The main characters were actors we have seen in films and British television shows – not that we could see their faces. We had good seats in the back stalls and were high enough to see the stage clearly. It is quite a small theatre, one amongst many in Covent Garden, London.

I took a few photos before the play began, filming is of course forbidden during the show.

In our usual fashion, we left home later in the morning and arrived in the city for lunch, after a bus ride from Victoria Station. The place was in the crypt of St Martin in the Fields, a budget cafeteria style cafe. Apart from the setting, which is very atmospheric, we felt it was the equivalent of the City Place dining room, with slightly better food. We have been there before on a previous trip to London.

After lunch we had time to go into the church before heading off to the afternoon matinee.

The play ran from 2.30 to 5.30 p.m. with an interval. Afterwards we went to see Westminster Cathedral (I mentioned Westminster Cathedral in a previous post, but actually meant the Abbey). This church is actually the Catholic Church, but looks a bit like a mosque. I didn’t take photos inside as no one else was taking photos and I wasn’t sure it was allowed.

In this part of London lampposts, shopfronts and pubs are decorated with flowering hanging baskets.

St Martin in the Fields
Nelson’s Column
The theatre closest to Victoria Station, Victoria Palace, has a ballet dancer on the dome.

Part of Victoria Station

We were home by about 8.30 and it was nearly dark. We’d stopped for a beer, of course when we actually wanted a nice pub, it was difficult to find. A traditional pub was very noisy and we ended up in the open air, but at a place that was quite modern. The ‘happy hour’ tempted us to have a beer each, which left us very floaty in the head as it was far more than we are used to. Stephen made scrambled eggs and I made the toast for a light supper. I went to bed about 9.00, very tired.

Today we are exploring Dulwich – an area of London described as a ‘London Village’. I’ve just discovered a nasty blotch on the sensor of my camera. I don’t know how it got there as I haven’t been changing lenses. I’ll try the blower on it tonight. In the meantime, it’s possible to remove blemishes from photos in Lightroom, so I’ll still use the camera. I noticed the blob first on a photo from this morning, but when I checked it is large enough to see through the viewfinder if I point the camera to the sky. It wasn’t there when we went to Wandsworth Common because I would have noticed it when shooting aircraft in the sky.

The next few days are forecast to be quite warm, possibly up to 30 degrees. Today’s maximum is 25, with a very sunny morning and a bit of cloud about this afternoon.