A city love affair


As many of you  know, I used to live in Chester. Chester is a beautiful city in the North West, and it’s the first place I lived entirely on my own without my family or any of the people that I grew up with all of my life. I lived in a tiny room in a old fashioned block of flats, and my friends lived directly across the road. Things like not being able to drive weren’t an issue as shops were a ten minute walk away, and as I lived on campus, it was literally a two minute walk to lectures. For that year, my friends became like a family to me. I think that because of that, Chester always feels like home to me in a way that I’m not always convinced Manchester does.

Although I class myself as living in Manchester, where I actually live is Sale, a small town in the suburbs which is technically in Cheshire. Where I live is very leafy and green, and it does feel more like home to me now than it did a year ago. It helps that Rich is here and that my family aren’t too far away, and I do feel as if I’m putting down more roots now that I have a part time job in the city. But then the other day, I caught the train down to Chester for a night out with some of my friends who live there. And I got that feeling as I were going home, as if I still lived there.

Although I’ve accepted that Manchester is my current home, and I’m happy with living there, I guess a part of me will always love Chester. It has beautiful sunsets, it’s where I met my boyfriend, and it’s somewhere that for a short while really made me happy. What I’ve got to remember is that life goes on, and that Manchester is somewhere that opens up a wealth of opportunities in a way that Chester didn’t. I have a lovely flat with Rich, I get to live the cosmopolitan city lifestyle, and I’m closer to my family and hometown.

I think I need to remember that whenever I do travel down to Chester for uni, which I currently do three times a week, although Chester is no longer my home, it’s still there for me when I want it. It was a stepping stone into my current life, and in the same way that my memories are always within reach, so is my favourite city.

Do any of you feel like this about a city? Let me know.

Beth xx


Day trip to Chester zoo




I didn’t realise that this was a red panda, for some reason I was convinced it would look more like the typical Giant Panda, but it looked more like a raccoon crossed with a fox
Looking extremely happy to be at the zoo!







Last weekend, me and my boyfriend, Rich, met up with some friends at Chester zoo. I’d been before when I was younger, and remember my last visit being ruined by the rain, so it was lovely to be able to wander around in the sunshine. It was slightly colder than anticipated, but still nice and bright. From Manchester, the drive down to the zoo is supposed to take about forty minutes, but due to bad navigation on my part, and a load of traffic, it took us probably around an hour which meant, of course, that we were late!

We had a great afternoon, managing to get round the entire zoo, including visiting the new ‘Islands’ which made you feel as if you were holidaying in Asia, not wandering around a zoo in England.

I was really excited to see the baby elephants and penguins, and they were completely adorable as expected. What I really liked about Chester zoo was how big the exhibits were, as there was loads of space, and it was so nice to visit somewhere that obviously took care of their animals, and kept them in a happy and authentic environment.

If you live in the North West, then Chester zoo is well worth a visit! In fact it’s probably worth a visit even if you live a few hours away, as it has a strong reputation for being one of the best zoological gardens in the UK.

Let me know if you’ve ever been and what you thought, or if you have any other recommendations for days out in the North West!