After a hearty breakfast of Bran Flakes, orange juice, a boiled egg and a cup of coffee, I ventured forth. Back to the Albert Dock. I was planning a day of culture. The Tate Museum has a space here, and being a person of deep notions, I decided that art would be edifying. Continue reading Culture transmitting from every orifice
And then there was one…
The group of four, meant to be traveling this weekend to Liverpool, was quickly whittled down to one – my good self. Not being a pearl clutcher, and reasonably comfortable on my own, I decided that there was no point in wasting the forty euro Ryanair flight. I would go to Liverpool on my own. Continue reading Solo travel in Liverpool
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