Old haunts

You can always rely on Manchester to be dire weather-wise. That much hasn't changed in the ten years since I did my masters degree here. However there were a few more hipster coffee shops, sterile falafel bars, bike emporia, snazzy offices in Piccadilly and an explosion in homelessness. Lots of familiar things such as the glorious accent and the red brick terraced streets flying past the train window.

I met sakalasafari and bananablip for a Caribbean beef patty in central Manc en route to stay with bulliblip and family on t'outskirts.

The north has a warmth and straightforwardness that the south lacks. I do very much enjoy being in it.