My last post painted a pretty bleak picture of my adopted home town: I make no apologies for that – I was making a point about something that concerns me. It’s my hope for the future that I’ll be able to make all of the images in that post into diptychs like the one above.
I moved to Manchester 38 years ago to come to university. Eight years later, my wife and I settled in Altrincham, and we’ve been here ever since.
When we first moved here, Altrincham was definitely the ‘posh neighbour’ of the Greater Manchester area. The town centre was thriving: always busy. We had greengrocers, butchers, bakers – everything you could need, including a bustling 700-year-old market. Bookshops, clothes shops – we wanted for nothing. It was the place to be and the place to shop.
And then things started to change. Continue reading “What happened?”