There is a light that never goes out....





The last few days here in Manchester. We've been mostly hanging out the folks, helping out etc... but we did manage to go out for a 'rumble in the jungle' the other night with friend. We met up in Manchester and had a jolly good session. The hustle-bustle of the place always surprises me - everytime I come back a swear there's 1/2 million more people on the streets. It was UNBELIEVABLY packed.

Yesterday we walked up Holcombe Hill. A super massive hill a few miles from my parents. It's got an old tower at the top which is a tribute to Robert Peel (inventor of the modern police force) and epic views over the Irwell Valley and the towns flowing in the city of Manchester. We took the tough route up, something we felt we needed after all the exuberance in Spain. Afterwards we followed the valley and walked to an old-village of Summerseat. I'd not been for many moons and I wanted to show M around as I've talked a lot about it over the years. The village now has a few more restored mills that are now apartments, and still as charming as ever.
We're off to ScotchLand this weekend, where we'll have wi-fi and a few more movies to post