Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Monday, 22 February 2016

Swinton

Having taken the morning shift keeping my dad company I gave the bus pass an airing in the afternoon and made the short trip to Swinton town centre, which I found much changed from the days when it formed the proud hub of the Borough of Swinton & Pendlebury (rather than an outpost of Salford) and to which my mum would take my sister and me to visit the library or “the shops”, in the earliest days by a splendid trolley-bus; the trolley-busses have long gone, the library has moved twice, and the shops are struggling, but thankfully the distinctive nineteen-fifties town hall, once futuristic, now historic, remains looking as good as ever.

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