So the morning finds me enjoying the pleasures of Manchester’s Piccadilly station. The posh one that handles the trains from somewhere called That London and other south facing places. I’m awaiting the arrival of my Welsh correspondent, Gareth the G-Man. It’s not the busiest of mornings on the station but there’s enough going on to entertain the idle observer.
Well you join me now at the end of what has been another entertaining day, somehow when The G-Man and I hook up for the day we manage to collapse time in some way, no sooner are we saying hi! We are saying goodbye 🤔. We take it as a sign of a day we’ll spent.
Back into the city it was time for a last lap around the city centre, which was entering the “Lively” stage. Part human story, part circus of horrors and then top up on the necessary nibbles for our respective journeys home. Me about 1/12 hours, Gareth about 4. Hope the cheese lasts mate…
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