This weekend has been the first one we’ve spent at home in Manchester, just the two of us, in forever. It has been lovely and much needed.
Today we decided to head up the road to Monton. We spent a couple of hours walking the streets, imagining what it would be like to live in one of the fantastic gigantic old houses in Ellesmere Park. I would have one room for shoes and another one for dresses. And a library with floor to ceiling bookshelves.
I spied a couple of Qubek’s pieces just off Monton high street and made husband wait an age whilst I took far too many pictures.
We ended our afternoon with a cream tea at a tea room – good, strong tea but not so great scones. As a personal preference, I do not think any thing is made better by glacé cherries.