A Tale Of Two Weekends
The never ending tour of Manchester continues. With a lot of places either still closed completely or not opening early in the week, it's easier to do a direct comparison at weekends. So a week after my first visit, it was nose back to the grindstone as I hit the dusty trail once more. This Friday my colleagues in beer were to be the Whitefield Holts Bandit (remember him) and Lidl Paul. Fine upstanding gentlefolk. Or so they tell me.
Time travel is a wonderful thing. We will now transport ourselves eight days hence and find ourselves in Manchester once more. This time was different though. The tram was busier, the city was busier. People were sat outside seemingly everywhere.
There definitely seems to be a correlation between where you can guarantee the quality of beer and where you can feel safe. Worth bearing in mind when spending those precious pennies.