A snowy walk of the walls

1 March 2018

In the battle between parks and walls the walls won. The snow seemed to be getting harder so staying close to nice warm shops and cafes seemed the sensible thing to do. The precinct was almost deserted. All the really sensible people were probably in WestQuay enjoying the warm and dry. We walked past and headed straight for Bargate. There was less snow than I’d hoped but the medieval gateway stood on an island of white with flurries of fat flakes fluttering all around it.  Continue reading A snowy walk of the walls

Southampton’s hidden secrets

Bargate lions
Bargate lions

7 June 2015

The Hoover kicking incident on Saturday morning left me with a very painful foot. It throbbed all day at work. When I got home and took my shoe off, my foot was swollen and there was an alarming crunching sound when I walked/limped. The ache felt very familiar, reminiscent of my broken metatarsal. The suspicion that I might actually have broken my little toe began to dawn. This was not good! Continue reading Southampton’s hidden secrets