Friday 9th February 2018, 9.25am (day 2,360)
Richmond Street, Manchester. Overnight I have cogitated on a possible pithy commentary for this one and none springs to mind so let me allow the photo to stand on its own for a change…
God I spend a lot of time at Copenhagen airport. I mean, it’s not a bad airport as these things go, but it’s still an airport, thus essentially soulless. Extra hour’s delay today as well.
Yes, I know I could have sat six inches to the left and got the symmetries on this shot exactly right, but there was a large Scandinavian bloke sat there and anyway I couldn’t be entirely obvious taking this. If I hadn’t pointed it out you wouldn’t have noticed it anyway… right?