‘Oh Darling, Let’s be Adventurers’
It was 2.30am and I was woken by the sound of my iPhone alarm…. no amount of snoozing was going to change the fact that the taxi to the airport would arrive in less than a hour. Feeling sick to my stomach and cursing my mother for booking such a god damm early flight, we headed to T1 at Manchester Airport to catch our Jet2 flight to Ibiza. The only other people up at such a ridiculous hour where the usual hen and stag parties and some bloke from Love Island 2016.
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Oh, Manchester. You never disappoint.
I can often be found in this fair city snapping all things street art with a flat white in hand. My favourite area is Dale Street and the surrounding ‘Northern Quarter District’. It has a ‘you could almost be in New York’ vibe to it with its red-bricked art deco architecture, cobbled streets and street art aplenty.
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Oh the days of driving down the Pacific Coast Highway in a convertible Mustang and riding ‘The Cyclone’ at Coney Island are a distant memory. Having bought our first ‘fixer upper’ last year, our pennies are being spent on ‘grown up’ things… you know, like a washing machine…not touring the states of America like most years. Continue reading “Pine Lodge Six || Ribby Hall Village”