M14 to Hough End Clough
Manchester. The people are like their music - celebratory, poetic and melancholy. A hundred words for rain.
At 53° north, a winter’s day is just a few overcast hours. I decided to accept my jet lag on this trip, and walked for long hours before dawn, day after day. I used a camera flash to help me see, which just seemed like the right thing to do.