You know you have trouble on your hands if you have to pick your friends up from the police station in the rain don’t you? Have no fear, I ‘put leg in bed’ under her umbrella and marched her to the safety of a café. Dear Jo and I sat and talked, and laughed, and laughed and talked, until the sun came out and we hit the streets.
We got on well from the start, we have much in common and there wasn’t a moments reserve between us, just hugs, giggles and a desire to learn all about each other and the city we were in. Jo had come south to Birmingham the afternoon before and found her way around, I’d got up at 4.30 and the coach whisked me northwards, to the midway point.
Neither of us had spent any time in Birmingham before, and Jo wondered what she’d let herself in for, it seemed that lots of the city was being pulled down on the northern perimeter that was her approach, but here is our first glimpse of the shopping area near the Bullring.
There are trams all around Birmingham and Jo loves them, I confessed to never having been on one, I’ll have to give it a go in Barcelona this year.
I wonder if they’ll have any pink ones!
On we wander, arm in arm like a couple of school girls, or do I mean old women? We both fell for this killer heel.
And the matching bag.
Our cameras were happy as we were enticed into elegant arcades.
We oohed and ahhed at the reflective, wibbly wobbly walls, and the city is full of quirky miscellanea.
it looks like a launderette but apparently it’s a night club.
Broad Street, not Hollywood!
Even the balloons are bonkers!
The sculptures around the centre are amazing, and of course Jo is as enthusiastic about them as I am.
We ramble around, very excited and seeing amazing things everywhere we turned, Antony Gormley’s Iron Man was an unexpected treat.
Just standing there minding his own business.
Old and new architecture blends beautifully, and the building that looks like it’s been crocheted was a huge favourite for both of us.
Jo had booked us onto a guided walking tour in the early afternoon, it took us all around the canals, like here,
and we had to squeeze our way past hundreds of graduating students, being photographed in their gowns, against the backdrop of this surprising city. Before that we had time to visit the countries biggest library, the crocheted building above.
Here’s a sneaky peep at one of the libraries two roof gardens, and a certain lovely lady trying to decide if the broad beans were worth snitching!
I’ll be back as soon as I can with the next bit of my amazing day with Jo, meanwhile, it will probably leave you traumatised because there are photos . . . of me, arrrgh, as well as Jo’s view of the day, here.