The begin to the end

of the dormant layers now. The twist of the past present future intertwined into a fundamental functional portal. 

The accumulation of the usual paraphernalia of family life as you live. The unusual quantities of life of a troubled soul. I am not in the mood to talk about certain elements. I have finally been able to access the areas lost in time. It is not for the faint hearted. A lot of time later, revisiting the immediate aftermath denied out of my control myself of passing on clothes, footwear which no longer fitted rotten feet. 

It has been an Autumn and Winter of removals in slow but steady proportions, whilst I live the life now too. The new trips to the North. A festive visit to a few National Trust properties, revisiting the past of Christmas in Regency and Georgian Times. The industrial revolution use of child labour and how they lived in a place near Wilmslow, Cheshire. A Welsh castle Winter visit meant another visit new already, having been to a Welsh Isle on a flying visit just in the Autumn ... taking in and absorbing all the places new, at long last, in the carry on of a once shared time in Wales. 

A cathedral too, in the historic city of Chester led to the conversations of inequalities, after witnessing in our pass by of a donation sign erected for us visitors passing through. The reminder in how it costs £5,500 per day to provide the daily running of this building.

The opulence of such religious buildings, before providing what these places mean and do for the surrounding communities... 

... this place followed a Mother, Daughter time on Boxing Day staying overnight in a plush setting nearby ... We had a decadent time simple in a scrumptious evening meal, a twinned bedded room with an alarm call for a daughter who is not the best in the mornings. 

We had breakfast consisting of much you find in these places. Which meant it was more like a brunch, before heading off into the historic boundaries of city walls that is many. This an example of how we value the history of towns and buildings in this country. The pointers of each settlements enticements of bringing people to spend in these places.

The continuation of all these new places visited finally visited last year. The interruption in shared travelling piecing together lost time. And in our own personal interest of capturing these pointers in experiences, with only the photos to share happy times again ...

There are no Postcards, books, bookmarks, pens or the usual collection of souvenirs from this trip... We have been fed up with the excesses of life in the usual removal progression from time not spent only in a few memory albums or boxes.

The time line too on the electronic systems, to last time I was a National Trust member. A reminder too of our travels in the year on from late 2017 will now be captured in the modern date stamp time we now live ...