Cockliffe Country House Hotel
Travel Blogs from Nottingham
Day 10
... my return.
Back to reality in the central library, it's interesting to see how people in Sheffield are coping with the technological revolution. There's a steady stream of people, probably with no computer access at home, coming here to use the internet. Some of them ask the staff to assist them with various things. Can't help thinking about how lucky I've been over the years and all the help I've received to turn me into if not ...
Day 9
... around Meadowhall - again. After my fairly unsuccessful outing on Friday, I decide to give it another try. I hate shopping at the best of times, and late-night shopping until 11 pm a couple of weeks before Christmas is not my idea of fun. The only bright spot of the entire evening is a brass band (maybe a former colliery band?) playing Christmas carols. Don't even like Christmas but they still manage to bring a lump to my throat.
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Days 7 and 8
... 80s. And I suppose also that since tuition fees were introduced, they have to appeal to an even more middle-class student population. Leaves me feeling like it's all a pretty facade with little substance.
Rant over. We walk up the hill to Broomhill, an area familiar to both of us, as we both lived in student halls and other accommodation nearby. We continue the trek up to Crookes, where the music department building is ...
Day 6
Sitting in the Graduate pub opposite the Central Library - never been here before, not sure it even existed in my day. It's lunchtime, and the clientele look like a mix of locals and students. They have some kind of student discount scheme called i-card. I-everything these days, innit? Guessing that the student populace has changed a lot since tuition fees came in. I, for one, wouldn't have managed to scrape the cash together. The journey up last night was fine until ...
Stomping grounds of Robin Hood
... by a 200-voice choir and a youthful orchestra. I thought I remembered singing it many years ago with the Victoria Choral Society, but it did not sound at all familiar. Oh well, I’ve never claimed to have a good memory! I enjoyed it anyway.
Nov. 15: took the train via London–St. Pancras to Gatwick Airport and shuttle bus to a nearby hotel for the night. Now it’s time for something completely different….
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