Here we go again: Highcross Hill to Manc

The day has finally come and with it a frisson of excitement. A frisson only, as this year has been dogged by health issues culminating in a bad back which, although settling, is still causing me problems. The thought of a seven and a half hour flight to the east coast of the USA is frankly daunting but hey ho, onward and upward. The war in Ukraine shows no sign of abatement and the situation between Israel and Palestine in the Gaza strip are examples of the dreadful lives some people are forced to live. So, even with a bad back, if you are lucky enough to travel and see a part of the world you haven’t seen before it’s almost a duty to do so.

Setting off from Highcross Hill in time to get the bus to PLF station whilst also taking the obligatory awkward selfie on the doorstep (with an unsmiling Ted as usual), we encountered our marvellous neighbour Sue who positively insisted on running us into Poulton! What a 🌟 and how could we refuse? Straight to Manchester Airport then and a very short walk to the new hotel Tribe-quite splendid. Nice little room with everything we could need especially with a bedside table to put your painkillers 😩. Early 6.15 pm dinner as we’ve an early start-could almost parachute down to the dining room….Baca lagi