Another year, another trip to England. My seventh, if my calculations are correct. You might think that there isn't much left to see in the Ol' Green and Pleasant after so many visits - but it seems that the more you see of the place, the more there is to see. Take Chester, for example.
If a friend of mine hadn't invited me there, I'd probably never had even thought about going to Chester. Which would have been a shame, since the place is absolutely charming. The city has been compared to York - after all, both places boast a long history and a city wall (see Chester's impressive wall above).
As York happens to be my favourite English city, I won't make any unfruitful comparisons here, especially as Chester is lovely in its own right - just quite a bit smaller. But let's just say that their wall still actually encircles the city centre. Almost, at least.
But there's a lot more to see in Chester: for instance, a cathedral (above, lurking behind the tree).
A historic town centre, complete with a clock dedicated to that most not-amused of monarchs, Victoria.
Some street art, found in the most unexpected places.
This was the part I loved the most, however: the waterways. Here the canal on a bright, cold morning.
The River Dee on a muggier morning...
... and at sunset.
Coming soon: A Suitably English Excursion, pt. 2: Nantwich and Knutsford.
