Bailey Jones's Journal

Politics - or should I say social media's take on politics - simultaneously engages and annoys me. I have flurries  where I find myself ...

T for Tuesday is asking for posts with some link to a drink..on the journey below, my Great Aunt Eliza and I drank coffee from a flask. If I...

In the world of the arts, some artists matter to us more than others, we recognise their talents, we love, admire, appreciate their work. Th...

For many years I stood on the cusp of the Old Year and The New and believed I was slipping through the time zone to a better place. I no lon...

There is  something slightly bleak about estuaries but, looking east, the Ribble Estuary is rather beautiful, and, on a clear day such as th...

A northern lass, my nearest city is Manchester. A city I love dearly. Powerhouse of the Industrial Revolution and commercial hub for the now...

Invited to share a drink with The Altered Book Lover. I  decide we should go down to the Thames at Hammersmith. Cutting through the quieter ...