Going South...

Manchester took another serious drenching overnight, which meant that only 21 balls were bowled on day three of the Lancs v Surrey match, so I felt vindicated in my decision to head for the 11:55 out of Piccadilly Station.

As I had a fair bit of time to kill, I had hoped to emulate the work of the King of Reflections, but sadly there was a little too much breeze on the surface of this bit of canal for me to pull it off.

The shiny building reflection was captured by pure fluke, but I quite liked it. I was also rather taken by the Metal tree sculpture in Piccadilly gardens - unlike it's real counterparts it obviously never sheds its leaves.