I guess as we departed Wales. Wrap your tongue around that! One family group I forgot to mention earlier was comprised of a father who seemed to be main carer of the two teenage children. The mother preferred to be off on her having a glass of wine and cigarette. We think one of the children was a boy, but we were never sure. I suspect some autism and he pronounced the name of the Welsh railway station perfectly. I see the arrogant Swiss prick in the left of the photo.
Had we the time we would have loved to take a boat trip on the River Avon.
I think we lunched here. The weather was very pleasant, neither too hot or too cold.
It seemed like a long day and probably was, from Cardiff to Liverpool via Stratford Upon Avon. But I have no need of solace at the the Liverpool Cathedral. I think we had a break at Stoke on Trent.
An optional extra was to see The Beatles museum and we did. I am not a great Beatles fan and they were bit before my time, but it was interesting enough.
For some reason I really like this photo of mine.
We had the opportunity to go to the Cavern Club where the Beatles kicked off but we were
****ed tired and gave it a miss.
Hmm, our hotel room seems a little cramped.
There were things to see the next morning.
One Penny Lane sign not so smart but in my mind there is another.
The other rather nicer.
Lest you think Lennon was a poor working class boy, he wasn't.
No idea what this building is but a do like a nice