Treehouse café

The upside of not really suffering from hangovers is, of course, pretty self-evident. One of the few downsides is watching the people you love pretending that they don't mind you being cheerful the morning after a night out. Actually, fair play to Dom: his first words to me this morning were "Go away"  :-)

Anyway, once we had all rallied ourselves, we walked through Peel Park, crossed one of the bridges, and continued up the Irwell until we came to The Treehouse Café. Now, admittedly, it is on a cross-roads by some traffic lights, but we ate outside anyway, and the waitress was charming and the food and coffee were excellent. In fact, the coffee was so good we bought a huge bag of their coffee beans to take home.

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Reading 'Touching The Void' by Joe Simpson