And so, thanks to Manchester’s best-known attribute, England have retained The Ashes. Yay! Unfortunately my first experience of international cricket was a rather soggy one, and the successful retaining of said Ashes was not especially climatic. In fact most people were glad for an excuse to get out of the rain and back on the tram. I did manage to get some nice photos for the short time that play was going on, but a tense afternoon of gritty England survival vs. persistant Australian bowling would have been much more enjoyable.
As my head clears from last night’s party, I can celebrate the fact that I managed to return home with my camera in one piece, and all my fingers intact despite finishing up at 2am in a fairly seedy bar on Oxford Road. Holly and Dave were married in Bermuda a few weeks ago, but last night was a chance for us to celebrate that with them in the Manchester Museum. I think we managed that.
8am, Manchester Picadilly train station. Look at all that bike parking! I wonder what Cambridge station is like this morning…
Finally, chemistry looks a little bit like the movies!