RETRO BAR, SACKVILLE STREET MANCHESTER, 3.29 AM Watch the film, with narrative and field recordings. Some mornings the sound of birdsong fills the still air. Other times there is a tense silence, and I’m caused to strain to hear the first notes of the blackbird’s delicious melody, signalling the end of darkness. On this particular breezeless morning in May, as I patrolled the area near Retro Bar, still too deep in shadow to be photographed, the main sound was of […]