Blue sky in Liverpool.
As far as I know, the Empire is gone. What remains is London and the Royal Family. The show must go on. People are watching.
Cardiff in Wales. A city by the sea. On my way to the bay the weather oscillates between sunshine and clouds. On the dock a carousel is spinning in the breeze.
There is no shortage of pubs in the United Kingdom. Social life seems to hinge on them, rotates around them and depends on them.
I arrive somewhere in the middle of the British Islands: Leeds in Yorkshire.