Nostalgia

Despite the best efforts of the west coast mainline, middleman, just sitting and I made it to Manchester in plenty of time for a couple of leisurely pints in Mr Thomas's to wash down the corned beef hash with a side order of bread and dripping.

From there to the tram (Edinburgh take note... Manchester knows how this shit should work) and out to the velopark for an evening of track cycling. Back in time for a couple of leisurely pints in the Northern Quarter before retiring.

Christ that was almost an account of the day. That'll never do.