Flying out of a manic Euston station on Friday night for a weekend escape north.
Watching the sun set and the pace slow as we made our way to a chilled down Bolton, a welcome relief from inner city London.
A weekend packed with activities as we laughed ourselves silly, reuniting over cake, giggles, ciders and the All Blacks.
Cross crossing our way through Manchester and Liverpool, catching up with old friends and meeting new; and learning that not everyone lives in shoeboxes packed with people of varying accents, jobs and cleaning abilities.
Riding home exhausted, amazed, enlightened and hungry; with too many words in my head and not enough time on my hands, these pictures will have to suffice.
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