Three years ago we took a trip on the Dutch waterways from Arnham to Amsterdam aboard an old canal barge.
My garden is beginning to show signs of Spring. I have purple crocuses, white snowdrops and yellow winter jasmine adding touches of colour. But I am reminded of the old song “when it is Spring again, I’ll bring again tulips from Amsterdam”. Before I met my husband I went on a barge holiday along the Dutch canals and I think Bill must be bored of my tales of visiting an Edam cheese farm, a Delft tile factory and several quirky museums. I also remembered the strange smells from the many small workshops along the canals. Continue reading “Cruising the Dutch Waterways and a visit to the Keukenhof bulb gardens.”
I suppose most people in England have heard of clicsargent a charity that supports children and young people with cancer. But I wonder how many people know the story of the remarkable man behind its foundation.
Robert Woodward was born in 1934 close to where I live in Bristol and was a former pupil of the junior school, Dr Bells which my older children attended. He left school at 14 and became a builder. He must have shown an early flair for business as he was able to set up a very successful property development company with his brother. Continue reading “Bob Woodward, founder of Clicsargent”
This week Bill and I went on a coach trip to the royal mint at Llantrisant which is near Cardiff in Wales. I have been a coin collector for a number of years and was keen to learn a little more about how they were made. The visitor experience centre was opened in 2016 and cost nine million pounds so we were hoping for an interesting visit. Continue reading “Visiting the Royal Mint at Llantrisant”
This year our French group decided to have Christmas lunch at Bitton railway Station.
This railway was part of my childhood. I remember sitting in boring lessons at school and watching trains pass along the line. The Avon valley railway line which was part of the Midland rail network ran from Bristol to Bath and connected up with the Somerset and Dorset railway known affectionally as the S and D or slow and dirty. It took people on day trips to the seaside, to places like Bournemouth and Weymouth. Continue reading “Christmas lunch at Avon Valley Railway Station”