Manchester, you’re killing me man, you’re killing me. Your 50% off food this, and 50% off food that…well it’s February now so…deal with that. Manchester.
Like a cliche, a glorious cliche, I was battling all the 50% off restaurant shenanigans as I resolved away, this January, and opted for the rare and untapped resolution that is to be more healthy.
Healthy – yes, you heard right! Where do I get my imagination from?
Aiding me in my bid has been my trusty Fitbit and on a none gym day, decided to veer from the treadmill to tread past many a mill (Yes. Oh yes.) and take my steps to the streets of our glorious Manchester.
Laughing in the face of the pusher, I took an amble along the canal towpath and enjoyed one of the best lunch hours (techically lunch hour and 20 minutes) of my career.
Where old meets new, goose meets duck (fight!) and street art sits alongside many a sign telling me to watch my head, this was
Manchester on my lunch hour…
Magic…
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