Five more days. They were good days. I spent them in Manchester staying with an awesome person, the creator of my soft toy Blob Thing. She's a very busy person these days, excelling in her passion and slowly working her way towards her dream. I believe that she will achieve that dream. She has found her niche and it's a place where that great passion is combined with a talent and definite flair and I believe that she is going to affect the lives of lots of people in a very positive way as she continues to walk this path. Autistic children will benefit massively and so will their parents/guardians and those around them. They already do benefit massively but this is only the beginning. One of my joys over the past sixteen months since meeting her has been to watch the way she has run down this path with such total enthusiasm and to watch the way that she has begun to create something pretty damn marvellous. When I met her this thing did not exist anywhere but her head. And now it does. And there is much more in her head to become a physical reality at time progresses. I am looking forward to watching it happen.
Five more days. Since Amanda is so busy I now have to occupy myself quite a bit when I'm there. I am finding ways to occupy myself and know that there is never a cause for me to be bored either when reading and writing at her house or when I go out - walking, visiting a town, writing in the library, or finding new places and people.
This visit was no exception and below you will find a few things I am excited about. And a cafe that I'll be returning to. It even has convenient plug sockets for a laptop. Southport has also given me a writing prompt for a story that is churning in my head right now. At some point it will come to rest and I'll know the broad outline of the tale. But that's not something for now. I'll just tell you it involves palmistry and an impossible fortune becoming possible.
Something else. I am typing this at the Literary and Philosophical Society Library. I joined today. Yes, I am now officially a member. I plan to spend lots of time here writing and reading. Perhaps there will be people to meet too and it will become the source of more surprises in my life. I hope so.
Grateful to have found amazing places and things while having to spend hours in Manchester city centre without a plan.
A brilliant free creative space in Afflecks. With a possibility something similar might happen one day in Newcastle.
The awesome art cafe.
Some great street art.
So many pictures to choose from.
Grateful for a great day with Amanda in Southport.
Chips, ice cream, charity shops, a carousel, and tea. Our kind of day.
And it was the first time I have ever seen the sea it Southport. On every other visit it was miles away.
Grateful for darkness and light. The not-church church I attended in Manchester was based on the theme of darkness. I liked the people there. I don't think it would be "my" place but I did like them and I liked the honesty and openness that was greater than that seen in most church churches.
And grateful for the women's toilets here in Nexus Art Cafe.
Yep, a gratitude post about a toilet.
Grateful to spend most of the day with Amanda.
We caught the bus to Leigh for charity shops and to visit a very good cafe there.
A screen in the cafe displays slideshows of someone's photos. As I was paying I noticed the photos at that moment were of Newcastle.
Grateful to have achieved the front seat on the coach back from Manchester.
Grateful for an easy journey.
And grateful for roast chicken. Because I am still a corpse eating monster.