The Mill

Arrived safe and well in Manchester. Met off the train by Mr Bracey and Juhana who bundled me into a taxi to Islington Mill where I was given keys and passwords and invited out for drinks at the Cornerhouse. I wanted to start work straight away as nothing calms the nerves more than having something "in the can". But as Miss Goodyear (whom I met upon arrival) said: "It is Sunday". Nevertheless I am edgy and eager to get on.



The view from the courtyard.