Do pictures speak 1000 words?

Before starting this pictorial trip around England and Wales a reminder that before crossing the border into England I stopped in the Scottish town of Haddington to visit the birthplace of the Reformation leader John Knox, if you haven’t already you can read an article about that here.

It was my recent good fortune to travel along a large stretch of the English and Welsh coastline. This is a selection of photographs from the journey.

Thursday evening 12th August crossing from Scotland to England at ‘Carter Bar’, altitude 418m on the A68 road.

Mid-afternoon, Friday 13th while waiting to cross the River Yare at Reedham, Norfolk I met W A Frost and his wife out for a ride in their vintage Commer truck.

The Lord Nelson, in Reedham. Burnham Thorpe, Norfolk was the birthplace of this great British hero. It is alleged that he was shot through the spine by a French musketeer during the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. An incredibly ‘lucky or unlucky shot’ given the two moving ships and thick smoke in the air. I go into this in more detail in the Pispascana Summer Special.

River Yare opposite the Lord Nelson.

Saturday 14th August around midday in Great Yarmouth, town centre.

Great Yarmouth Winter Garden soon to be refurbished.

This man did better than me. Everywhere was fully booked!

Not sure what year this is from, late 50’s or early 60’s but the name of comedian Ken Dodd caught my eye. Apart from creating the Diddymen Dodd allegedly said during a 1989 court case when he was accused of tax evasion ‘that he thought he didn’t have to pay tax since the name of Britain’s Tax office was the Inland Revenue and Dodd lived by the sea’. It is also alleged that when asked why he kept so much cash at his home he said he didn’t trust banks.

Early Sunday morning August 15th, Sittingbourne, Kent. Typical English terraced houses/hovels crammed together to ensure maximum numbers on minimum space.

Sunday August 15th around 9am, in the vicinity of Whitstable, Kent. This is a ‘car boot sale’ where people bring all the rubbish they have in their houses and garages that they don’t want and try to fool other naïve, gullible people into paying them money for it.  

Sunday evening August 15th, Margate, Kent. A classic British scene. The car in the street is worth more than the hovel. Slight exaggeration to make the point. Because the British drive on the opposite side of the road from the rest of Europe it means that there is little demand for their used cars other than in Britain. This has been one of the ways to keep the British happy, by allowing them to drive better cars than their socio-economic equals everywhere else on earth.  

Monday afternoon, August 16th Butchery Lane, Canterbury. Briefly the only rain of the journey through England and Wales.

Well preserved building in the centre of Canterbury. The entire ground floor is a restaurant.

17:30 August 16th, Evensong, Canterbury Cathedral. This was mentioned in the article Access & Transformation.

Tuesday afternoon, August 17th, Broadstairs, Kent. Dover is not the only town in Kent with white cliffs!

Wednesday afternoon, August 18th, Broadstairs beach


After working most of the day in Folkestone on Thursday August 19th completing the article Access & Transformation and some Location Astrology consultation, I decided to start moving along the south coast. It all happened in a flash and here we are at 7am on Saturday August 21st at Land’s End, Cornwall.  

The beginning of a fantastic days drive along the north coast of Cornwall & Devon. 07:30 Saturday August 21st on the B3306 road from Land’s End to St Ives.


B3306 Various sized enclosures all chargeable at different rates

Looking northeast along the Cornwall coast from the B3301 between St Ives and Redruth

The village of Porthtowan, Cornwall

Early afternoon Saturday August 21st looking north to Hartland Point from Hartland Quay and beyond to Lundy Island.

Saturday afternoon August 21st, A39 road at Countisbury Cliffs and Foreland Point a few miles east of Lynton village on the edge of Exmoor.

Sunday afternoon August 22nd, George & Pilgrim Hotel, Glastonbury, Somerset

George & Pilgrim, main entrance hall. I am told that in times gone by horses and carts used this passageway.

George & Pilgrim, part of the lounge.

Monday evening August 23rd, Glastonbury Tor from Glastonbury cottages and caravanning.

Looking south east

Looking north west

August 23rd St Michael’s Tower, sunset on Glastonbury Tor

Noon Tuesday August 24th left Glastonbury and headed into south Wales for the first time somewhat surprising for someone with the surname Edwards given that it is apparently the most popular name in Cardiff the Welsh capital. After meandering through the Vale of Glamorgan the Kingdom of Arthur according to Alan Wilson & Baram Blackett, by early evening I had reached Swansea. The journey had combined quiet rural settings with some of Britain’s major industrial areas. After a couple of hours driving in the dark, on relatively quiet roads, I arrived at Tenby. This picture is at 6am on Wednesday August 25th.

Tenby has an old walled town centre hidden behind the colourful harbour view. This would have been one of the loveliest places to tarry but understanding of what was to be accomplished that day meant that by 7am it was time to depart.

8am August 25th on the A477 road looking west from Pembroke Dock area toward the Pembroke refinery and Milford Haven where you can see a reminder that man is not averse to constructing heavy industrial sites in idyllic countryside.

Late morning Wednesday August 25th on the coastal path to St David’s Head which is intended to be the focus of an entire article in the coming weeks

330pm August 25th, Fishguard

320pm August 25th A487 road, although this is a side street off the 487, view of Newport Bay, Pembrokeshire

545pm August 25th A487 Llan-non, Llanrhystud to Aberystwyth in the distance.

630am August 26th sunrise a few miles south of Aberystwyth

Just before 8am Thursday August 26th looking south on the A493 between Machynlieth, an old capital of Wales and the coastal town of Aberdovey. Start of the coastal section of the scenic north Wales coast railtrack.

9am August 26th View from the Seabreeze Hotel, Aberdovey. Great food, great service!

1045 August 26th A496, Barmouth Bay from Llwyngwril

1130 August 26th A496 a few miles north of Barmouth looking towards Llanber.

1230 August 26th A496 road, Harlech

1pm August 26th A497 Porthmadog causeway. Quite a good image considering we were moving as there is nowhere to stop on the causeway.

115pm August 26th RG Prichard, quality greengrocer, Porthmadog

3pm August 26th Aberdaron, Lleyn Peninsula. Apparently the British pay £1.76 billion annually in parking charges.

6pm August 26th B4417 road near Pistyll village, a beautiful last evening in Wales

6pm August 26th B4417 road near Llithfaen

630pm August 26th Llanaelhaearn

630pm August 26th Llanaelhaearn. Such a place to build a wall but there must be a profit in it for someone!

730pm August 26th Pulled off the A55 road into a works area at Penmaenmawr to make this picture looking toward Llandudno and Great Ormes Head. A last look at Wales. From here the route along the north Wales coast was completed as darkness descended before crossing the River Mersey into Liverpool turning north through Southport looping into Lytham and Blackpool before heading toward Lancaster and on to Cumbria.

9am Friday August 27th River Kent, Kendal, Cumbria, looking toward the Stramongate Bridge.

Noon Friday August 27th A6 road Whinfell. It was a special treat to use the old A6 road to travel north as opposed to the modern 3 lane M6.

330pm Friday August 27th before crossing into Scotland a last look at England for how long, who knows?

What was learnt on the journey?

Location astrology is an extremely accurate tool. You ignore it at your peril but there are also huge benefits that can be turned to your advantage. The wind always blows in favour of those who know how to sail!

The coast was incredibly busy. Hotels and guest houses were all fully booked as the majority remained on the island this summer.

From as far back as I can remember and from historical accounts there has been great rivalry promoted between the nations that comprise the British Isles. The Scots, Welsh and Irish have been conditioned to view England as their oppressor. It may well be the case that English power possessors have benefited from oppressing their neighbours but my recent experience in England revealed ordinary people the same as in every country I have visited, friendly, helpful, seeking only for peace, and the possibility to earn a living.

I took the quietest routes available to absorb the atmosphere. Britain is a beautiful island. A green and pleasant land. Today I am more convinced than ever by the revelations of William Comyns Beaumont, David Alan Ritchie and others. Britain is the Holy Land.

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