Urban blackbird

Another wander around the Northern Quarter before our meeting. I felt as if I had a much clearer sense of what I could/would want to photograph in such urban surroundings than I did the previous day, and I came away with a decent crop of interesting and sometimes quirky photos.

I was happy to leave a hot and stifling Manchester on an early evening train, and even happier that I'd treated myself to a first class ticket. For the first couple of stops, the train going north was absolutely heaving. The light as we went north developed a golden quality, before we suddenly entered a deep haar just north of Carstairs.

Home to find Mr A watching the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony, so I settled down to an amusing couple of hours accompanied by much social media joshing. I thought the Scottie Dogs absolutely rocked.