Victoria Baths, Manchester

I had an hour to myself before discharging Mum from hospital today.

A good natured Mancunian spotted the camera and suggested I have a look at the baths if I was interested in architecture.

It brought back waves of nostalgia (not all of it pleasant) as I remembered having swimming lessons at a similar establishment in Runcorn as a schoolgirl.

The changing rooms were equally descrepit and I have enduring memories of slipping into the freezing cold water, wary of what dead insect I might find floating on the surface.

No water in here right now however.