The Lowry, Salford Quays. Sunday 25/09/2011.

We have had a splendid day out today. It started with rain, not forecast, and ended in brilliant sunshine, with a beautiful blue sky. When I visited my dad in Ireland, a very local, vocal gentleman remarked, "Sure, if the English didn't talk about the weather, they wouldn't talk at all." Now I thought that a little harsh, from a son of the soil, who as a farmer, very much depended on the weather, and the weather forecasts. By the by, we flickrfriends totalled 16, a very respectable turnout. Myself and number 1 daughter decided to strike out on our own, and both enjoyed the photoshoot. An RAF rescue helicopter flew over us twice, and I must admit that I was ready, and managed a couple of shots. However, given that the best thing about today, was that I had a really good look around the permanent Lowry exhibition, within the Lowry, I thought it only right to make an image of The Lowry as my blipshot for today. Myself and number 1 daughter had a good piece of quality time together. She went to look at another exhibition of portraits, and I chatted to a very interesting couple from Harrogate, and compared notes about this beautiful former Spa town. We discussed The grapes of Wrath, the song, The banks are made of marble etc", and many other things, including, the empty building in front of us, which had gold glass on the facade, hence, The banks are made of marble etc.
We , most of us that is, dined splendidly, I of course had the fairly spicy pasta. As my italian friend Corrado, part-time waiter describes pasta, as a belly filler. Not wrong there Corrado, even those who posess a larger than average belly Yogi.As we finished the meal, the sun started cracking the flags. So we got the tram back to Deansgate, hopped of, and walked up to Oxford Road, I think. Past the new Hacienda apartments. God bless Anthony H Wilson, I sincerely hope that he bought the freehold.
Very parochial boy that I am, I love the place where I live, but I have to admit that Manchester has many beautiful sights. The only fly in the ointment occurred when arriving back at Preston and crossing the bridge on the way out, confronted by a thug, wearing the thug's second uniform of grey trackie bottoms, and a ginger number 1 haircut.A very bad case of pox upon you, you ginger bastard.
Adios.