A Grand Day Out: The Chester Edition

Yesterday, my dad and his girlfriend Nikki took my sister Natalie and I to Chester. The initial idea was to visit the catshow being held there, but instead the daddy one decided it would be more enjoyable to make a day out of it - so the plans were set in stone and the day commenced.

I don't have to express myself further when I say - it was a beautiful day. I don't have to express myself - but I'd love to. The sunlight dappled the paths through the lush green leaves of the trees (and what an assortment!). The wind was pleasantly absent, perhaps a little cooling breeze ... 'breezed' past every now and again but it was hardly noticeable.

We were taken on the famous Wall Walk of Chester. The wall walk is... exactly what it says on the packet - a walk following a wall. More specifically, the walls of Old Chester, in the days when England was battling against Wales in their attempt to unite the countries of Britain to create the United Kingdom. The walkway is suspended, higher than the other paths. There were plaques every now and again when we approached a certain point of interest during the walk - it gave historical facts and information, and also marked our progress along the wall.

At around the half-way mark, we stopped for a toilet break and an icecream. Natalie had a normal, sensible (but always scrummy) chocolate, father o' mine munched happily on a choc-cone filled with choc icecream, whilst Nikki and I enjoyed the mocca coffee bean flavour (c'mon, it had extra big chocolate chunks in the shapes of coffee beans!)

The water of the river sparkled, reflecting the sunlight. Boats milled about happily and a rather cross gull marked his territory on the quayside after he was thrown a morsel of the unidentified kind (the most likely suspect is bread).

After we had completed the wall walk, we progressed to go to the catshow. We entered, (after a moment of dilly-dallying, because the entrance was not overly obvious) paid, and walked on through.

The stench brought back the few memories I had - I was very young when I had stopped going to catshows with my parents (mother o' mine used to breed Manx and show them). It was a mixture of cat pee, warm fur, cat food and warmth. It was a little stuffy inside, but there were one or two beautiful cats that caught my attention (but even more angry looking ones).

Overall it made for a grand day out - Wallace and Gromit style!