Being Back

I have been home now for a few weeks. I have been wandering / wondering around my old haunts in much the same manner as I did when I was far away in new surroundings. Working out where I fit in. And what to do next. I'm living out of three suitcases and the camera's in one and the lead's in another, so there's no pictures for this post. But I have this one picture of a steamed up bus window in Rusholme that says something about a man called Tony and he's been in my thoughts ever since.