So for the past few days I have been bunking in Chorlton. I am terribly lucky of course, to have been so warmly welcomed by a certain Mark Ward, into his home in this lovely suburb of Manchester, where I was finally able to wash my clothes and sleep in a real bed. As much as I love being on the move, it does feel good to be in a house for a bit. And it has been so good catching up with the British-Australians...I really missed their humour.
Tomorrow I am going to go to Leeds for the day, just to see what the craic is. Then it's back down to London for the weekend and off to Cornwall on Monday!