The difficulty with creating pages for the UK is that unlike my travels around the world my travels here have had no structure. On a three week trip to, for example, the Philippines I can sort out all my photographs and present them in some kind of logical sequence. My wanderings and photography around the UK have been going on for most of my life - a day here, a weekend there. It doesn't make it easy to structure the pages. I intend to keep the photographs of the same towns together wherever possible and perhaps even present some of them thematically. I can't guarantee it though because the other difficulty is that as I've looked through my albums I've realised that I dont actually know where some of these places are.
Hey, I'm fallable. My memory isn't perfect. I'll label everything as best I can and let you take it from there.

Here in my home town of Bilston the powers that be decided on a program of civic improvement. What this meant in practice was that every bit of waste ground, every traffic island and sometimes it felt like every street corner had a statue erected. They varied from the sublime to the ridiculous and were the subject of a lot of public derision. I was fairly dismissive of some of them myself but I have grown to like most of them now.

Left is the infamous 'Inca Temple' on the Black Country Route. Below left is another sculpture on the same route shown in pristine condition before it turned into a grafitti magnet for the schoolchildren.
Below is the most reviled of all th sculptures, the 'three rusty tin tacks' as its known locally which stands at the top end of Bilston High Street. Even I don't think much of this one.

Left and below, two more from the Black Country Route. The photograph doesn't really do the horse justice. Close up it appears to be all cogs, springs and bits of metal very cleverly merged together to form a very robotic looking beast.

Staying for the moment in the Black Country the next block of photographs are something of a trip through time. If there is one thing we are proud of up here it's our industrial heritage. These photographs are all from the Blists Hill Open Air Museum at Ironbridge, a loving and faithful recreation of a large part of that heritage. A similar project, though on a smaller scale can be found at the Black Country Museum, just a cough and a spit away from my front door. (well a couple of miles actually but that's a cough and a spit for anyone brought up on the rather chewy air around here.)

Moving on to a (slightly) more pastoral theme here are a selection of six of the images whose subjects I'm none too sure of. I'm pretty certain that a couple are in Yorkshire and I think the others are Llangolen. I'm not sure mind and if anyone knows better a brief note in the Guest book will ensure that I fix the captions.