Posts Tagged ‘Cheshire’

Ticking Life’s Boxes

Tuesday, June 17th, 2014

For years I have dreamt of owning a Volkswagen Beetle but my inability to commit to the significant investment has resulted in that simply continuing to be a dream. I have also wanted to own a convertible. I remember being at Primary School and playing a game with my friends where we would pretend to be ‘adults’. I was always 18 years old (that’s was my understanding of an adult as a 7 year old), a lawyer, I had two children, my husband had sadly died in a car crash, and I drove a green Volkswagen Polo convertible. Life was tough but I was surviving. So imagine my joy when I moved to the UK and began spending a lot of time with my cousin, Les, who drives a canary yellow ‘drop-head’ VW beetle. Oh yeah.

Remarkably (although I guess not that surprising considering this is Manchester), in the 1.5 years that I have lived in the UK, the weather has never been fine or warm enough to warrant the removal of the roof. I have gained much pleasure from the heated seats, but yesterday was the first time that I was able to travel with the roof down. Les took me to visit our cousins in Whitchurch and once we got off the M6, we pulled to the side of the road, watched the roof retract, tied our hair back, put jumpers on and then we were off!

Drivin' along.

Drivin’ along.

We zoomed through Cheshire with the relatively blue skies above us and the smell of truck exhaust hitting our nostrils. It reminded me of travelling through Crete on the back of a scooter only colder and slightly less dangerous. We wore two jumpers on the drive home. It was brilliant. I can finally tick “Travel in a convertible Beetle” off my bucket list. What an achievement!

Where did the roof go?

Where did the roof go?

A Visit to Cheshire

Thursday, August 1st, 2013

Last Friday I caught a train to a small town in Cheshire to visit some more of my numerous extended cousins. Jan and Bill live in a beautiful cottage home on a tiny lane in a cute little town in the middle of nowhere. While I love cities, I always enjoy escaping them and enjoy the quiet and solitude of country life. We sat in their garden relaxing and enjoying cups of coffee while watching the birds and insects dashing around. Glorious. I now have big plans to move to a small town in country England work in the local pub. Now there’s a book.

On Saturday we visited the ruins of Beeston Castle – built in the 1200s, it sits high on a sandstone hill allowing you to see eight counties (on a clear day.) We had great weather and the walk up the hill was surprisingly warm. I particularly enjoyed the fact that you can see Wales from the top. It isn’t every day that you climb a hill and see another country. We had a picnic lunch with views over Cheshire during which I was in a state of constant amazement that we were eating outside in mid-summer and not being bothered by flies. The British have got some things right.

Approaching Beeston Castle

Approaching Beeston Castle

Hello, Wales.

Hello, Wales.