This is a trip out on a canal boat in skipton the next town over from me on Tuesday ![]()
I love canal boats. And especially Barging.
Thanks for sharing.
“London Baby” hope you’re having a super lovely time ![]()
I live here! But I do love being a tourist for the day.. Usually I’ve had enough though by lunchtime when the crowds get too much!
Those are amazing! Looks like a great trip so far.
Aaah, I see!! Knew you were from over here but obviously wasn’t sure where abouts. I was
tourist when I went last year ![]()
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Your photos are fantastic!
Aw thank you ![]()
Random cool s$&t where I live…
The beautiful building shot is giving me euro vibes.
What I wouldn’t do to be in Paris right now. But alas my heart
will never not love Melbourne. It never fails to be beautiful @Seb @Dazercat @2JTravNZ
@JazzyS do you think elle would die right now ? A pink sparkle
new all pink laundromat!! ![]()
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@Dazercat you need to get Kel on a plane to London so you can do Paris soon. Here is some inspo lol via Melbourne
Such an amazing city, good everything and awesome architecture
The best. Never gets old.
So many amazing places in our town. Have you ever been inside the Manchester Unity Building @apes2020 It looks so beautiful. I went to The State Library a few years back and was absolutely blown away.
Omg! She would flip
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Love all the shares of your city. Really is making me want to travel lol. Hope you had a marvelous Sunday ![]()
Crossing the Columbia River bar. It got really big and I had to get off the deck and get everything tied down inside.
Just before it got too big.
Tennyson’s poem about crossing the bar has been set to music many times. This is a nice tight version of it.
Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar, 1889
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.































