Although I’m posting this on April 1, this is not an April Fools’ Day joke.
The only day I’ve ever spent in Manchester (apart from passing through on the train) was indeed both sunny and in a December. Better than driving in fog on the M62.
They left the gates open for us to go on the cricket ground at Old Trafford. I could say with dewy eyed nostalgia that these were the days before terrorist alerts, but in the same month, the IRA detonated a bomb at Clapham Junction.
