Premier Inn Manchester (Swinton) Hotel
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. . . . well actually we never did get a ferry across the Mersey. We used the train instead to reach The Wirral and the town of New Brighton having travelled from Derby via Crewe and Liverpool Lime Street.
Coming to Liverpool was part of a birthday weekend for Mrs H and stopping in New Brighton was a little different to staying in the city itself. The town promises a long promenade to wander along giving expansive views across to ...
... such as routine, possessions, familiarity, family and friends. Each aspect of 'comfort’ has a different effect on the way that you travel or your emotions during travel. Your Routine gets thrown completely out of the window – routine, what routine? It also gets to a point where you’re dying for some form of routine back in your life and for me this is where I craved stability. Possessions are an ...
... to check out the famous Manchester United stadium and the enormous Trafford Centre. Picking apples, looking at Jans caged birds and a big walk up the hill called The Cloud. A great few days, relaxing and simply spending time with the Abrahamse ...
... We were all pretty tired from not sleeping on the plane but we had a few hours to kill. Stopped for a breakfast first, since we were all starved as well. Once we had re-fueled, we were ready to go again. Did a wee bit of shopping before heading back to take a nap. We got our rooms around 1:00 pm, and had to meet for dinner at 6:00, so there was just enough time for a power nap and a ...
... of grade 6 ( or so) boys in their school uniforms with blazers and ties squirming in their seats as they got lectured about something moderately boring. We had a full train on the way home, but a much calmer more sedentary crowd than the Saturday night pub train. On the short walk back to Helens, Quin and I picked and ate ripe cherries from the street-side tree. Dinner and a Jason Bourne movie compliments of Helen and ...