welcoming back the good old “hello…” series i started a while back, i decided to make a post dedicated to a trip i took a few days ago, (well, last weekend!) when me and my family packed up our necessities and travelled down to bridgnorth to visit a family member, and take photographs for my sister.
like always, bridgnorth never fails to leave me with a sentimental feeling in my stomach. honestly, i’m not too sure what it is about the place that makes me feel so warm and nostalgic, but i’ve been going there to visit my nan for as long as i can remember, and no matter how many times i visit, the effect will always be the same.
of course, bridgnorth has literally nothing to offer; i was actually shooketh when i found out that bridgnorth had a cinema! a cinema! wow, they’re really putting themselves out there!
but, beyond the fact that the only people who live there are old people and small families, and that the shops are small and antique and no matter where you turn there is always a super cute dog, which is the best thing ever, i actually really do love bridgnorth. would probably never voluntarily live there on my own (i do think i’d die of boredom if i did so), but still, i love the place. so, on my journey, i took a few pictures to upload onto instagram (some are already up there, some are dying in my camera roll!) and so i thought i’d share- as tradition- for the third (or fourth, who knows) installment of “hello…”!
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i feel as if it is standard for everybody within the west midlands- to say the entirety of the uk would be a bit of a reach, better not go there- to go to birmingham at least once in their lives. just once.
though, i literally went to birmingham for the first time aside from just passing through back in october, but the point still stands.
today, as a third installment of the “hello,…” series, i’m making a post about our trip to birmingham this morning and let me tell you, the blisters are somehow worth it.
me and c, who you will probably remember as chlop, went on a small trip into birmingham and trekked in doc martins and stan smiths towards digbeth, to our main destination of the day, the custard factory.
we definitely did not get lost.
we definitely did not argue on a main road.
we definitely made the most out of the day.
(nervous laughter begins)
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honestly, i have been to weymouth so many times, that i could probably walk around all of it with my eyes closed. ever since i was a kid, i have been dragged, driven and dumped in the coastal town of weymouth- and honestly, 9/10 times, i cannot complain. it’s a ridiculously nice place.
and i’m not biased because i’ve literally been to weymouth my entire life. it’s actually a nice place. don’t get me wrong- i would love to visit some other coastal place sometime, too, but i feel as if weymouth will always be precious and special in my heart. i think, perhaps, it is because i’ve been there almost every year, in almost traditional fashion, and i’ve grown up visiting continuously. i like it when i arrive. the journey down is fun because you can listen to all of bts’ discography and sleep and eat snacks packed into recycled tesco bags because, oh boy, oh boy, we’re off to weymouth!
anyway…weymouth has done me well these couple years. and so when me and my family went on an incredibly long trip, it was the perfect opportunity to take some good, perhaps not good, photographs.
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i get it, lichfield is probably not the most glamorous of places- but, it’s remarkably adorable when it comes to scenery. it’s possibly one of the cutest places local to where i live.
to honour its beauty and tudor appreciative landscape, me and my best pal, c, decided to venture out in skirts, tackling the british breeze, to lichfield itself. our cute trip resulted in walking around slightly dusty and stale-smelling antique stores, museums, the cathedral and a little bit of the good ol’ mcdonald’s.
either way, it was still a nice day and a nice moment to enjoy the breeze and the company of my friend.
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