A month where things start to gradually bloom. We all become a little brighter.
There’s still a chill to the mornings but that warmth we feel by dinner time is what feeds our hope.
We start to flirt with our summer outfits and have the odd coffee in the sunshine.
We daydream of days by the sea that are yet to come, afternoons in the beer garden singing Wonderwall with strangers. It’s just what we do up here.
The sun lights up Manchester Cathedral, a visual representation of the hope of Lent.
The odd rainy day on Deansgate won’t dampen our spirits.
We’ll put our big coat away.
Call R’Kid for a pint to celebrate the buzz of the bees coming home.
It’s Manchester baby, welcome to the mad town.