See ya, Spires

It's never easy saying goodbye to my beautiful little home town, with all the bicycles and barmy people everywhere. This is always the last thing I see of the place before wheeling my bicycle onto the train, what a lasting visual!

By the time we'd chugged into Manchester, the sun was roaring. It would have been rude not to go and sit in a beer garden with some delicious folk for the rest of the day.