A river scolded
River Medlock, a 10-mile long river that rises is Oldham, through the centre of Manchester before it runs into
the River Irwell was
after a moment of natural exuberance tamed by the Victorians, culverted and
restrained through the cities of Salford and Manchester. It idly flows almost
bereft of its menacing history when it took the dead out of their graves in
Philips Park Cemetery in the mid-19th Century.
Blog - Walks
through the cycle of life
On my walks, I write
in my notepad with script that is neither shorthand nor legible, I just have to
remember my scrawl as a collection of thoughts to transcribe into my eventual
blog. A sight indeed not learnt from the rigour of handwriting lessons I took
in primary school.
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| A sample of handwriting from my notepad whilst I am walking. |
It’s going down
Two high-performance
Porsche cars and a Range Rover parked in a secluded and abandoned garage on Old
Ashton Road, three men by the building engaged in a discussion and through the
air, I heard the words ‘pay’ and ‘money’.
I surmise, something
is going down and I doubt it is legal, else they would have met in a restaurant,
I would think. A thought crosses my mind to take a picture of the cars and
their licence plate numbers, but I resisted the urge to court trouble. Who
knows what else they might be up to and you really do not want to be the
collateral damage?
I walk on by trying
for forget what I saw and setting my eyes on the goal to just get my steps in
whilst I discover another part of Manchester that was always there, but I never
dared to visit.
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