Islington Way, Salford 6.44am The birds seemed louder on this morning, than they had been for any morning in the previous week. As I stepped out of Islington Mill, a robin bounced near my feet, as if leading me like a pied piper, moving without fear, clearly used to people passing nearby. The only time it stopped was to listen to the melody messages flying through the air, a cold air which raked my nostrils, and carried a scent of […]









