There seems to be a tradition in my immediate family of escaping London around Christmas. We select a location around the UK and go exploring. With family dotted all over the country, we have a great excuse to visit beautiful towns and cities like YorkLiverpool and Manchester while also seeing relatives. 

This year was Chester's turn. 


I think I was immediately struck by how old Chester is! It seemed like practically everything has its foundations in or inspirations from the Tudor era. An extremely photogenic city, I'm sure you'll agree!

Despite it being Christmas - the one time when shops actually shut in the UK - we did manage to find things to keep us occupied. As with York, Chester is a walled city, so we walked the parapets (both to see the sights and to keep warm). We climbed up to the Eastgate Clock Tower, pictured above, and began our perimeter of the city. 


If there's one way to keep me occupied and happy, it's to suddenly introduce me to an animal. When we approached Chester Cathedral, I spotted a falconry and nature garden in the grounds. I immediately zipped down from the walls and went nosing around. We were too soon to see the birds stretch their wings in flying displays but it's not every Christmas you meet eagles, hawks and falcons...


Inside the cathedral, I was reminded of a mini York Minster. You can tell an insane amount of upkeep goes into the cathedral and all its hand-carved wooden and stone insides.


Back on the walls, we were treated to more views of old and beautifully-kept buildings. Some more stern than others... 


Chester has a lot of pride for its buildings - even down residential streets - which is a thing I feel you don't see all that often. Although it was a very quick break as I had to wend my way back up to Edinburgh, Chester is definitely a very cute city and well worth a weekend break!  


So May and June have been busy. Really busy. If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have noticed a few trips back and forth to Edinburgh and that's because I've got myself a graduate job! I'm very excited to be staying in Scotland but understandably things have been a little hectic trying to get organised and "officially" move myself out from London. 

A trip to Birmingham to pick my brother up from his first year at uni almost felt like a holiday. Yes, I was buried up to my head in bags and clothes and textbooks sitting in the back seat but as a reward for managing to get the boot shut, we went to the Botanical Gardens.


Although it was cloudy and spat with rain a bit, it was still warm. We explored a good portion of the grounds, which reminded me of a scaled down Kew Gardens. There's actually a lot of horticulture packed into a comparatively small area and a nice (albeit expensive) tea room.

Plants aren't particularly a passion of mine (perhaps that will change when I have a garden of my own) but I really appreciated the herb and health garden and the historical gardens, built to reflect the styles from Roman, Medieval and Tudor times. 


The birdhouse was a pleasant surprise too! 


Truthfully though, this trip was an excuse to brush the dust off my macro lens and get some pretty photos of plants...




Winter this year has been rather unpredictable. There were murmurs of the worst snows in decades during autumn which actually turned out to be a whole siege of rainstorms. While Stirling wasn't too badly affected compared to other areas of the UK, we did have some floods in town and winds that got dangerously high on campus. I was very nearly blown off the bridge during Storm Abigail.

Weather side, this semester saw my very last exam of my degree! Fourth year psychology students aren't supposed to have any exams but I'm on the deviant programme which means I had to drop back into third year to complete a course I couldn't do in Canada (I'm not a student delinquent, I promise). To honour the biannual tradition one last time, revision appropriately descended into insanity, but this time in the form of writing incredibly well-received cat-related practice questions for the entire course (I wasn't joking about the insanity). This largely coincided with my addiction to the app Neko Atsume for which I refuse to apologise. It's too cute.


Over the course of December, our flat decorated the kitchen and corridors with paper chains, snowflakes and wreaths all in time for our magnificent Christmas dinner. It was probably one of the finest dinners I've had (no offense, mum!) and was entirely down to my good friend Ayumi, whom I'm trying to convince to start a food blog. Everything was homemade, from the salmon en croute to the two types of stuffing, right down to the pesto for the crostini starters! 


Four starters, three different mains, heaps of potatoes and vegetables, and two desserts all on a student budget! Afterwards, we swapped presents for our Secret Santa, played a round of White Elephant and far too many horrifying rounds of Cards Against Humanity. 


Then it was off home for Christmas, this time by train. I had a time of it getting to Edinburgh Waverley thanks to an assortment of different delays at every change I had to make, but I eventually stumbled out of Kings Cross after having snapped some shots of the River Tyne when we stopped at Newcastle. 


Mum treated me to a trip to the National Theatre to see Jane Eyre not long after I got back. It was my first time at the NT and I wasn't disappointed! The performance was very impressive and featured a band centre-stage surrounded by a very minimalistic wooden set.

The walk back to the tube afterwards along Embankment was unintentionally torturous, providing me with a fantastic reason to stay in London after graduation. Not only do I have no idea what to do with myself once I have my degree but I have no idea where to be either. 


...Not letting myself dwell on that for long, I was on the road again to go to Manchester. It was my first time in the city and I was struck by how similar it is to London. They're both big, old, industrial cities and it's easy to see the history in all the buildings, though Manchester seems to enjoy tearing them down and building new ones. 


Giant Santa made of fairy lights notwithstanding, the town hall reminded me a lot of London's Natural History Museum and the Gay Village overlooked the canals, which reminded me of the Grand Union Canal


We were only there for two nights and unfortunately a lot of what we wanted to do was shut because it was Christmas Eve. I'm pretty disappointed we couldn't make it inside the John Rylands Library but I suppose it's an excuse to come back one day! That said, we did manage a bit of sightseeing, including a wander around Affleck's (Manchester's equivalent to Camden Market) and peek into the Royal Exchange Theatre which had this incredible stained glass roof. The theatre itself sits in the middle of the hall forming an arena and looks very futuristic


We also managed to get a table at at a gorgeous vegetarian restaurant called 1847 (so named because the Vegetarian Society was founded in that year) and I'm still dreaming about those onion bhajis...

Anyway! On Christmas Day, we drove to Warrington for Grandma's 90th birthday and Christmas dinner (in that order). It was a busy two days with a lot of food, family and festivities which got the better of Grandad as you can see... 


You'd think they'd have a quiet life at 90 but my grandparents were just recently interviewed for Radio 4's You and Yours! I don't know how long it will be available, but for now you can listen to them talking about their frankly palatial retirement home at the timestamp 30:45.

I had a nice and quiet New Years Eve (just the way I like it!) hanging out with Kiran's house bunny and celebrated the following day with a roast with our neighbours. We have a tradition of having a massive roast dinner as two families when we're all in London for Christmas and we managed to squeeze one in for New Years just in time. It was lovely with a lot of wonderful food but after my third roast dinner in a month, I'm confident I'll be heading back to uni the size of a house.



I'm pretty sure most people consider turning 21 years old a huge milestone but to me, every single birthday feels momentous. I still remember being a little girl in my primary school playground looking up at the Year 6s thinking how scary it must be to be that grown up... and suddenly I'm 21? A 21 year old adult about to go into my final year of university? Are you sure???

Continuing the annual tradition of feeling generally quite uncomfortable about attention on my birthday, I opted to create as little fuss as possible on The Big Day by getting out of London. I was after somewhere with animals that would treat my SLR to some fun, but I didn't particularly want to do another zoo. As much as I love them, all the animals inside and the very supportive work they do, I also like them to be special treats and I think visiting another one for the third time in sixth months would have been pushing it a bit.

A quick scower of the web led me to the British Wildlife Centre which, I'll be frank, puzzled me. For such an official sounding name, I was surprised to never have heard of it. Furthermore, no one else I spoke to had heard of it either, so I suppose I really wasn't expecting much (how wrong I was!).

We grabbed a gorgeous pub lunch beforehand at The Blacksmith's Head which is just down the road from the centre. Really great food and a beautifully kept beer garden.  

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Turning into the car park we were welcomed by this... abomination of a statue. 'Snuffles' is a 7ft hedgehog and is truly terrifying up close. Apparently a gift from UKTV, he guards the entrance to the wildlife centre.


Refusing to be put off by this monstrous creation, we paid for our tickets and went to look at some 100% British animals. First up were an assortment of rats who had an elaborate maze of an enclosure that went all around the room with overhead pipes, nest boxes, sympathetically designed 'ship-like' areas and more.


I don't care what anyone says, rats are cute. Look at those little paws and giant ears. 


They couldn't compare to the house mice though! 


Rather ominously, all the rodents were under the same hedgerow area as the foxes (different enclosures, don't worry!) Flo is an orphan fox that was rescued by the centre and although sleepy, was keeping a watchful eye on the goings on outside.


We turned the corner and found the harvest mice! 


And the rabbits. This one had squashed his way into the burrow, sulking away from the fresh food its friend was enjoying.


Although it was spitting slightly, we ventured outside. A lot of the animals have cages running above their enclosures that allow them to get higher than the visitors if they wish. This makes them feel more comfortable (i.e. more vigilant) and ensures they get enough exercise. This grey squirrel was having a great time watching everyone.


The British Wildlife Centre's pride and joy is probably the walkthrough red squirrel enclosure! Red squirrels are endangered in the UK (or at the very least not doing so great) with the only significant numbers found in Scotland and on the Isle of Wight. Their numbers began to fall after the introduction of the Grey Squirrel from North America - their larger and hungrier cousins - but also due to deforestation of their native woodland thanks to the Industrial Revolution.

Any entrances to the massive enclosure are through two sets of doors, the tops of which are slightly electrified, to prevent any kind of gymnastic escapes which could lead to the squirrels starving to death, being eaten by actual wild animals, hit by a car, or cuddled to death by members of the public for being too cute.


TOO CUTE.


All their food is kept away from the birds by putting it on raised tables and covering it in a mesh cage. The squirrels can get in through a hole in the bottom. It's like a tiny tree house!


The enclosure is also home to three or four Reeve's Muntjac deer who roam underneath the visitor boardwalk.


They're pretty cute too but I don't think anything could compete with the red squirrels.


Out the other side of the enclosure and we came to the stoats and weasels and I may have spoken too soon about the unparalleled cuteness of red squirrels because have you ever seen a weasel?!


Actually, I'll be honest. Even when weasels are right in front of you they're hard to see. And even harder to photograph. I wasted probably around 50 shots trying to get a photo of this little guy in focus and just when he had stopped moving...


Pop goes the weasel.

My persistence paid off, however. Look at that little face!


The stoat was thankfully a little better behaved.


Weasels and stoats are part of the same family as the polecats who were just opposite and were also very cute...


Just, everything was cute, okay?! The UK needs to be renamed the United Cutedom.


We were just in time for the badger talk which coincided with their feeding time.


I had never seen a badger before this day! Badgers are actually the UK's largest carnivorous animal if you can believe it. We no longer have wolves or lynxes (although there is some consideration about whether to reintroduce the lynx) and the badger is the next largest meat eater. Their diet is mostly insects and small rodents like voles and mice mixed with cereals.

They have been known to eat hedgehogs but they tend to be a last resort for food when they're truly starving. Sadly most badgers actually die from becoming road kill, along with hedgehogs, foxes and basically any other animal you can think of.


We were told how to spot setts in woodland while the two badgers dug into their lunch, giving us a splendid view of their butts.


Next up were the Scottish wildcats who absolutely refused to look at me.


We then moved around to see the pine martens. I was pretty excited to see these guys as one of them features in my all time favourite book series, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. They were a lot bigger than I had imagined. They're related to ferrets and I had imagined them to be around the same size but pine martens are actually somewhere between a cat and a fox.


Beyond the pine martens were the owls who were looking pretty grumpy, probably on account of the many loud children who had decided to visit them. The little owl was ready to murder.


And the snowy owl had had it up to here.


The screech owl was proving its namesake by screaming back at the children.


The eagle owl had lost the will to live.


The buzzard, although further away and not an owl, was looking just as grumpy.


The barn owl was the only one who looked vaguely content. It was quite happy to sit prettily for me and my camera unlike the rest.


No sign of the otters so after a (rainy) walk along the wetlands area, last but not least were the deer herds. The British Wildlife Centre has red deer and fallow deer that graze in a field just north of the centre and you can see them from a boardwalk that juts out into the field.


I did some snooping on the BWC blog and found out that the two male red deer are called Albus Dumbledeer and Olivandeer!

The fallow deer fawns were wisely keeping their distance from those huge antlers.


Walking back to the car park (via the gift shop, naturally), we passed the outdoor portion of the fox enclosure. This little guy was looking a little worse for wear! The centre does take in rescues so I wouldn't be surprised if this fox was in recovery.


I had a genuinely lovely time at the British Wildlife Centre! I honestly feel like I would have begged my mum to take us every weekend had I known of its existence when I was a kid. It's a perfect day trip from London and is a great excuse to get into the countryside.


British Wildlife Centre