manchester

Over this new year I’ve been reflecting a lot on Manchester and my time there. Perhaps it is because Kirsty has flown back there or perhaps it was the last time I felt that sense of adventure, balance, fun and

1725 Tapas [coffee chronicles 16]

Lanchester is one hour north of  Manchester and last month went there to have dinner with KC’s Dad.  We were running late, so by the time we got there and headed out the door, it was already 8.30pm.  The local

Cosy

The last photo on my Canonet before its light meter died.  Not bad for 49-years of age though.  I’ll give it that.

My local music shop