Not a typical destination for a relaxing weekend break, but after visiting an exhibition on Saturday, we spent Sunday exploring the heart of Birmingham, enjoying it at a leisurely pace.
I had stopped off at Britain’s second largest city a few years ago when going to see the Strictly Come Dancing Tour. There were a few hours the next morning to go for a quick mooch before going home. That’s when I discovered an idyllic and surprising neighbourhood. So, on our latest trip, it was the first port of call.
From the Airbnb we were staying at, Mr Word Loft and I walked a short distance to Bath Row, on a segment of the Worcester and Birmingham Canal. As a whole, it is roughly thirty miles long, linking the two cities. It was used for transporting goods when it opened in 1815, but these days it is a hub for recreational activities.
The trees’ hues are striking at this time of year. Ochre and sage foliage, with crisp brown bracken on the banks, reflect in the ripples. Ducks were oblivious to the beauty around them as they glided through leaves bobbing on the surface.
Patterns, pictures and letters are sprayed-painted on sections of the walls. I’m not sure if they were part of a planned project, but the art brightens up the dull brickwork, especially as winter approaches with its muted shades.
Our route took us to Wharfside Street; the sound of water lapping against narrowboats was soothing. Under low bridges, the leafy reaches merge with clusters of apartments flanking the canal further down. Several are modern, others are renovated warehouses and industrialised buildings from the past.
Soon, we crossed over to Gas Street Basin. The metal bridge is adorned with romantic padlocks scribed with lovers’ initials. It’s an idea that always intrigues me, and I wonder about the personal stories associated with the couples who hung them there.
Regency Wharf is picturesque. Cascading flower baskets hang on white-walled bars and cafes. We stopped for coffee and elevenses, and in the evening we ate at an Italian restaurant there – the ambience charming.
Leaving the canal through the International Conference Centre and Symphony Hall, we found ourselves on Centenary Square, a totally different outlook with its elegant architecture, statues and fountains. After being dull, the weather grew gloomier, and rain poured in torrents. Perfect timing, as we noticed the welcoming entrance of an appealing venue. The Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.
The artwork and fascinating displays are varied, including Birmingham’s famous jewellery quarter, World War II, and dinosaurs. There is something for all age groups, but I had forgotten that the rock legend, Ozzy Osborne (1948 -2025), was a celebrated member of the metropolis. The exhibition hall commemorating his life was buzzing with people, and in a small movie room, I was enthralled by watching film clips that portrayed his career.
Back at the restaurant I spoke of earlier, dined, wined and full, we waited for the outside conditions to improve, but it was late, so in the end we left the cosy tomato and herb aroma suffused eatery. The storm was worse, and it was dark. The last stretch of the canal back to our accommodation didn’t seem so friendly without lighting. Chilly and damp, hoods up and heads down, we dashed along the towpath and were soon safely back in the warm.
Best wishes,
Sue. X