We landed in our hotel and went into Stockport town centre. I won't talk about the red retro-stylee but modernly technologed record turntable I saw, nor the £80 knee high black leather boots with ultra-slender stiletto three inch heel and padlock and chain that I refused to buy on the basis that I would never wear them.
We found a carparking space and I cursed that I had left my camera in my hotel room. Imagine the bright blue sky (with fluffy clouds). Imagine looking up at Stockport Viaduct as a Virgin train glides across. Framed beneath the arches is a now beautiful, once dark satanic, mill, and floating through the sky about to land at the airport is a gleaming white jet.
The perfect juxtaposition of old and new engineering.
But no camera.
