H and I were in the car early Saturday morning and off to Manchester. My cousin and niece were in town so we arranged to meet. My brother, his missus and a couple of his fiends were also in Manchester that day. They had been to the Bruce Springstein concert the previous evening. It was nice being although together. The party folk had to get on the road back to Devon. The weather was promise foul in their neck to the woods so an early start back was a good idea.
H, coz and Mum and me went into town and sampled the delights of El Rincons for a lazy lunch. Tapas and Spanish wine, all very nice. Click HERE for the website. Having had our fill we went for a tour of the Castlefield area of town since El Rincons is that end of town. We noticed that there traffic cones being places along the centre line of Deansgate. Deansgate is a major thoroughfare. We ask a chap what was going on...The Olympic torch was coming along in a few hours. We took our tour and tried another Spanish bar right on Deansgate. A bottle of bubbly later and the ladies were getting excited about the torch. We decided to go out ontot he street and join the gathering crowds. H got a flag to wave from street seller and was happy to run back and across Deansgate because:
A. It is very busy road and was closed to cars which was unusual
B. she could.
The police outriders could be seen at the far end of Deansgate and coming our way. They were high fiving members of the crowd. H was in front of course. The procession slowly made it was to us. It was very exciting. As expected we had no idea who the chap carrying the torch was but it was defineitley the torch. After that excitement we took a circuitous route via the canals back to the car park and the onto my other brother. We spent a couple of hours with them which was nice then it was really time to go home. Coz was on a plane at 5.30 and we still had more than two hours drive to get home. It was a long but very enjoyable day.
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