12-13th February 2020
Later today you’ll get tourist Northwich and tourist Runcorn, but first here’s tourist Chester.
Yes, it’s my holiday snaps. I know you love them.
The Limes B & B comes highly recommended at retiredmartin Towers.
Chatty staff, clean rooms, hot shower, good WiFi, free sweets, ten minutes walk to the station and Brook St.
Chester, as you’ll know, is famed for its violent non-league battles with Wrexham FC, which once consumed the entire policing budget of West Cheshire Police in a single lunchtime. I’ve no idea what the missing words are below.
Talking of skirmishes, I upset a few locals with my unfair comparison of Chester’s walls with York.
In truth I was only attempting to reignite the Cheshire-Yorkshire war of 1332.
Chester suddenly made sense this week in a way it hasn’t always done.
Brook Street, just to the north of town, is a little marvel, with Polish dumplings, vinyl LPs, Roman tiling,
the wondrous Moss Coffee,
and a decent pub or two.
I resisted the hipster drinking vessels in the tat shop.
There’s only two rules for visiting;
a) Avoid race days (i.e. all of May thru September)
b) Visit the same day as me as the blue skies help.
Loads of pubs, as I might find out if I join the Old Codgers on their Day Out on Friday 24th April.
The nice lady in the Big Hand had tipped me off about Chester Market, a surprising down-to-earth place with a cheese stall run by a City fan (only 8 of us left after Friday, of course), a miniature Chester,
a bargain Thai café,
and That Beer Place, where I had a lovely if inadvisable Pomona before catching the train to LiVARpool that night.
No doubt the Two Mudges will nip in here for a quick “Comfy in Nautica” come April; you’ll know how crafty they are.
Then they can walk it off by jogging round the walls to the doughnut hut under the clock.