Picture (above): York Minster as seen from the city walls. Whenever I was fed up with Manchester (which was often), I used to catch the train to Leeds. It’s only about an hour away (unless you travel by Nothern Rail, then it takes about half an hour longer) and I much prefer Leeds to Manchester. People seeme somehow friendlier, there are less crowds… for me, … Continue reading Leeds, York and Harrogate
Although I had visited England before (on those dreary family holidays to Cornwall or Blackpool), I didn’t actually know much about the country until I moved down to Manchester to study at university. It was then that my eyes were truly opened to the great divide between Scotland and England. First of all, I was the only Scottish student at the entire university and people were quick … Continue reading Manchester
I feel that it is only right to write about my hometown as I devote so much time to my travels abroad. It is true what they say, we don’t appreciate our native city until we leave, or show our friends around. I am very proud to say I am from Edinburgh; it’s a beautiful city, unrivaled by any other in the UK (although York … Continue reading Land of the Brave?