Irrepressible

When we decided to leave Dan to his own poorly devices in Kirkby Lonsdale, and decamped to Salford, Abi knew there would be a bit of trucking up and down by train so that she could carry on working. Thus, at a quarter to nine, this morning, I dropped her at Piccadilly to catch the train north.

Finding my own way home, I explored the roads around the station, away from Piccadilly, and I came across the old garage that you can see in my Extra. I find it amazing that there are run down places like this so close to the city centre. (Still, it'll probably be replaced by more offices or apartments soon enough.)

And that would have been my Blip for today except that much later on, just after ten o'clock, in fact, I went across to Salford Crescent to meet Abi off the train back. Look at her: all that travel, plus a full day at work, and still full of fun. Irrepressible.