MANCHESTER

We set off at some unearthly hour bound for Manchester as it was one of Emmanuel's dearest wishes to see this famous nothern city. I admit to being rather apprehensive since we were travelling up by train but happily there were no hiccups and everything ran very efficiently (we even arrived in London five minutes early on the way back). On arriving in Manchester, we were first hit by a bracing cold wind but very soon acclimatised although we were still surprised to see people wearing tee-shirts. They must be made of hardier stuff up north. Naturally, we headed to the tourist information to find our bearings and chanced upon the Town Hall where Shayne Ward was giving an open air concert, it seemed especially for us since he started singing as soon as we arrived on the scene. At this point, I don't know whether to own up to not knowing who Shayne Ward is but apparently he is 'the next big thing'. I then spied the '50 years of Miffy' exhibition at Manchester Art Gallery so naturally had to visit - err, along with all the little three-year olds and their colouring pencils. However, I was redeemed when I discovered a grown-up painting by Modigliani! Next stop, the Manchester Wheel with "the best views of the city". Be warned, the pods rock in the wind. This was followed by the obligatory shopping at Harvey Nicks and the Arndale and all the other numerous arcades I can't even remember. We made our weary way back via Canal Street for a final farewell drink, shopped-out but happy :)