Day 8 Manchester

After docking at 9.30 am we got on the bus which took us into Newcastle. We walked to the National Express bus station, hoping to store our bags while we did a hop on hop off tour of the city.  However this is not possible these days, what with terrorism and other weird stuff, so we just walked across the road to a pub called the Dog and Parrot, which had lots of Beatles memorabilia. It opened just as we arrived, and as it is never too early for a drink, we had a wine and then some lunch before going back to the station to board our bus to Manchester.
The four hour trip to see our friends Jenny and Grant in Manchester was uneventful (which appealed to us after the events of the day before), and after meeting us off the bus we had drinks at the Canal and then dinner at a Greek restaurant nearby. Apparently we ate there three years or so before but I did not remember (old, obviously).
On our way to the train to Bolton, where they live, Jennie injured her foot somehow while she was running, and it dripped blood onto the floor. She thought it was hilarious, and it was a bit funny in hindsight.  They even held up the train for us because we were running!
We hopped in a taxi from the station to their house, where we had a few more drinks and listened to their youngest son Dan playing his latest song on his guitar.