Adam, our lovely friend Christopher and I visited Heaton Park yesterday for some peace and quiet outside of the city.
For those reading who aren’t from Manchester, Heaton Park is like Manchester’s answer to New York City’s Central Park. Sort of. 4 miles north of the City centre the estate, which has existed since the mid 14th century, is one of Europe’s biggest municipal parks and boasts an area of over 600 acres, a zoo, a few lakes, a tram way, horse riding stables, bowling greens, Beekeeping hives, a golf course, a museum and loads of trees, (quite the exciting feature for someone who lives amid concrete, glass and steel)! For those who do live in Manchester and had no idea it existed, go and have a looksee!
Our day was lovely, we ate strawberries and cream on the lawn in front of Heaton Hall, drank Jacques cider on a rowing boat out in the South Lake, I bought Bumble Bee Honey hand cream for £1 and we even saw a horse pee. It was a world away from dodging the drunk’s pee outside Weatherspoon’s in Piccadilly Gardens.
Enjoy the pictures.
Two exceptionally pale young men.
This horse didn’t pee, but it looked like Christopher
You can take the boy out of Fallowfield…
Tee, Abercrombie and Fitch
Jeans, River Island
Gladiator Sandals, TOPMAN
Canvas Bag, All Saints
Sports Hold-all, MINE 212 at Ryan Vintage
A genuinely happy pea.
Belt, MINE from River Island
Shorts, MINE ALSO, from Superdry
The horse that pee’d!
Adam, trying not to look petrified.
Me, doing all the work as per.
Hat, ADAM’S Mango
Sunglasses, Ray Ban