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After getting here last time to find that my Wife and Daughter refusing to enter because it was raining, we turned up today to find it... raining. With grit and spirit they left the car in readiness to climb the hill to the castle. The journey in felt like a Top Gear “Buy a £1000 car challenge” with a one wheel bearing trying to give up and a few Instrumental Rob Dougan tracks ringing out on the stereo.
Beeston Castle is alright but nothing special and there wasn't that much info and nothing about the investigations into the well which I remember being on the regional news recently. The views from the top are sort of impressive if you like very little to obstruct your view for miles apart from flat farm land. A better trip all round this time as we did see Beeston Castle this time and last time I popped the bumper out of my car when I misjudging a verge on a narrow lane. All was well this time... apart from the wheel bearing of course and I can't blame anyone for that... oh hold on.
After a bit of an unsuccessful day in many respects, here's another one of those chainsaw sculptures that seem to be popping up everywhere. This one isn't as good as the others, but the picture probably doesn't help because the camera had problems with the sun in the background.
The problem today started with the fact there are two Walton Halls and my GPS only knows about one of them and you can already guess whether it was the right one. So after travelling in the right direction for a while, I assumed that the strange diversion was just me not really knowing where Walton Hall was. As we approached Liverpool I realised that this was all going wrong. A quick check on the web got me the correct post code and so we were back retracing our steps back to just outside Warrington. Whilst it's a wee bit small and there's not a great deal there we did spend a bit walking around the gardens and then spent much longer watching my Daughter fail to play mini golf.
Just for completeness, (yes I am weird) here's the plaque at the start (or the end) of Stan Brewster's Bridge. I had a run through of my web stats and it looked like someone was looking for this so I'm putting this up just in case. After all I have an image of it, so that's why. Nothing about pictorial glory of course.
This didn't look like much of a picture when I took it on the LCD screen and you might say the same now. However the picture actually seems better after putting it onto a screen though admittedly the sun was on the screen so the contrast was awful when I was taking it, perhaps a good reason for a DSLR.
Anyway we were at the Balearic event in Albert Square and had a bit of a trot around. Seemed OK but nothing special for my tastes. On the Saturday when we went it was Dressage then a band and repeat. Don't get me wrong the Dressage was impressive and the band we saw was Mallorcan. I did start getting worried when the singer pointed out a guy who had an AC Milan top on. It was only then that I realised that the comfortable jacket I had on was a jacket bought during our holiday to Seville which was “Sevilla Fútbol Club S.A.D.” jacket and the crowd was thinning exposing me... time to go.
Luckily it was time to go so we left to have a look around John Ryland's Library again. On the way out I took this which as mentioned looked bad but in reality looks better. Mind you it could be better.
We came back after a day out and since it was a sunny day the cat was as usual sat in the window behind the blinds catching the rays like cats do. The blinds often cause problems for the cat, they're not so simple to get through for a cat I am sure but he perseveres. At this point he's trying to wonder what's going on.
Not much of a description for this one because there isn't, I just liked the shot. You choose.
This is David Annand's sculpture inspired by William Souta's poem. Not a good picture because it has a third head that my daughter asked “Who is that?” which reminds me of the situation where I was at home with my daughter. I am pretty sure that when the sculpture was erected I saw a news article on it, however I remember nothing about it. So I have spent a bit of time trying to find out about and and brought up a blank. So forgive me if I don't see the connection between the the poem and the sculpture.
Here at RAF Menwith Hill there are great many balls, some big and some small and at the far right one that is being constructed. All of these object house a dish tracking communication satellites and part of Echelon or SIGINT. Leased to the US Government for the NSA it's quite secret and not that secret. I do have some close pictures but they were a little rubbish what with the security cameras and the chap walking around with a dog and what looked to be a nice plastic assault rifle. After a few circuits I decided it was time to go for several reasons the biggest reason being that taking pictures seems to get you in a little trouble nowadays in usual situations let alone around a RAF/US Army base.
Blimey I should almost make this a feature of the site with this the third in the line of Chainsaw Wood carvings but then again perhaps they aren't made using chainsaws, it's only my assumption. So on this feature called “When Chainsaws Turn Good” -hmmm not that catchy, I'll never get a spot writing programmes for Channel Five- here's another carving.
This little gem is from Heaton Park. I'd have personally liked something more imaginative than a face but who am I to judge, I have never carved one of these things. It did take a few moments for me to find the thing after it was pointed out. It was a bit of “Oh look over there at that face carved in the tree”, so I started looking half way up a tree with leaves so of course I stupidly asked “What tree and where”. After a few minutes being told that “it was a tree and a face” someone actually pointed to the ground and it was obvious really.
Tracking down U-534 was the order of the day on Sunday. We had previously seen the boat at the Warship Museum in Birkenhead. Since then it has been cut up and transferred to somewhere else. All I knew was that it was the ferry port in Liverpool. Sounding easy enough we set out and wandered about near the Liver Building until we were distracted by a bus tour of Liverpool.
£20 and 50 minutes later we were no nearer but hey we had seen a few of the things to see in Liverpool such as ”Turning the place over” a piece of artwork that is intriguing because you have to marvel at the fact that it could be done but left me feeling only on thing. I just wondered... why?
So the hunt was back on an after talking to the bus driver we found that we were the wrong side of the Mersey. So a trip in the Birkenhead Tunnel and just when I was beginning to think the signs for Woodend Ferry port were going to end us up on the road back through the tunnel the signs delivered on their promise with the Uboat Story. It's an interesting Museum. Perhaps I missed it but a little info on how they put the exhibit up would be nice such as how they are going to stop the thing rusting to nothing and why the chose to do what they did. I assume that fact that they didn't reconstruct it was for two reasons, the first being space and the second being that you would not be able to get the interesting views of the inside of the U-Boat.
What's strange is that it looked so much bigger at the Warship Museum but I assume that was to do with the fact that there the boat was above you, at the Uboat Story you're at the same level as someone would have been working in the boat. With so little space, it's amazing how they fitted 52 men and all that equipment into it.
On the way back through the tunnel the radio was interrupted by a Tunnel Police message which caused me to wonder how they did that, closely followed by the thought as to why we were getting radio down here in the first place. Along with all of this came the worry that if this was a Police message then what the heck was going on and what emergency had occurred until the scary clipped female voice announced that it was a test message. Personally I would have preferred the message to start “This is a test message” rather than “This is a Mersey Tunnel Police message” as the stern woman wasn't the quickest speaker.
With no time this weekend we were coming back from the bike shop with my broken bike (well not too broken) I remembered an owl that I wanted to take a picture of, so I had to hop out and take a picture. Of course just like the the Squirrel this too has been carved from a tree trunk.
It's less impressive but it's a better picture that makes is feel better and it even tells you that it's East Victoria Park as if Victoria Park is big enough to have an East, West, North and South.