Everything must pass

I have always liked Bury and living in the Pennines for the last eight years. But today it felt like its charm has faded for me and its time to move on.

It could have been the weather and the shuffling, sausage roll shovelling, hordes. It could have been that it sometimes feels like travelling there involves turning your watch back to the 1970s. It could have been that we have already decided that 2014 is the year we sell up and move back to Liverpool.

Whatever the reason the time is right.

Others from today are here