Fuelled with local knowledge gleaned from yesterday’s expedition
into Manchester, we set off this morning, completely adopting public transport.
Punctuality one of our golden rules of life, we set off twenty
minutes before the bus was due to swing by the bus stop just beyond the Country
Park entrance, finding our estimated ten minutes to walk spot on, allowing us a
further ten minutes up our sleeve. And then we waited, and waited, and waited
…. neither of us game to suggest surrender although we would have eventually
returned to camp and driven into Bury.
Fortunately the bus did turn up, twenty minutes late and the reason at once
evident; the driver was in training and his trainer was the most delightfully
chatty person you could ever meet, neither attributes for timely schedules.
However once we did arrive in Bury, our arrival coincided with the imminent
departure of the tram for Manchester, and then once we arrived at Piccadilly,
we found the X50 bus ready to receive us and head off to Salford Quays. This
leg of the trip turned out far longer than we had imagined and we were glad we
had not chosen to walk instead.
Our first destination was The Lowry, which for most of the
population is probably known as a performance centre. In one corner is the
gallery full of work by the artist for which it is named. The complex was
opened in 2000, and is part of the redevelopment of the derelict Manchester
dock area. The building is a complete artwork in itself, designed by Michael
Wilford, and built on a triangular site with many levels of sloping
floors.
We thought the building quite wonderful and it certainly fits with
the immediate surroundings. Personally I was not taken with the interior colour
scheme, or at least that part in the foyer and facilities area; orange, yellow,
purple, all clashing and not appealing to my conservatism.
We loved the gallery, arriving just in time for a half hour lecture on the artist himself, learning that Lowry was so much more than a depicter of industrial scenes and the crowds that inhabited them. He was a very sad and complex character, full of contradictions and mysteries, many of which he created for himself to hide his true character from the voyeuristic art appreciators. It was a shame that the lecturer was rather breathless and his diction not entirely intelligible to those a little deaf.
Just opposite The Lowry is the Lowry Outlets which I understood to
be a centre of outlet stores; surely
there would have been something there that needed to move into our caravan.
Alas, we did not have enough time to spend there and still take in the other
must-see, the Imperial War Museum North, otherwise known as the IWM North,
accessed from the Lowry and the immediate area by a footbridge across the ship
canal, a lift bridge with a clear span of 100 metres which lifts vertically to
provide a 26 metre clearance for shipping use of the canal.
The Lowry |
One of the rather bizarre exhibits in the museum was a large steel
window section from the ruins of the World Trade Centre, that destroyed in the
9/11 terrorist attack on New York.
We left soon after 4pm, emerging in time to catch the return bus
to Piccadilly after walking along the canal basin past the many media centres,
crossing a second opening bridge, past the new Grenada Coronation Street Studio
, with two minutes space to catch the tram, and then a further five to catch
the bus back to the Country Park, arriving near 5.30pm, late for us who like to
have dinner preparation on the go by then.
Manchester is exceeding our expectations. As a tourist
destination, Manchester does not immediately come to mind, although it is the
home to several world famous soccer teams which in itself draws the visitors.
We had made a point of including the city on our touring destinations because
of its history, and to visit The Lowry and the IWM North; we have achieved the
latter two today.
The Media Centre |
Manchester underwent massive devastation during the German
Luftwaffe bombings of 1940 and 1941; hundreds of high explosive and incendiary
bombs killed seven hundred people and left thousands homeless. Then again in
1996, the city centre was damaged following the Irish Republican Army (IRA)
bombing, a 3,000 lb bomb injuring more than 200 people, something I do not
recall at all.
While these events were horrendous for those involved, they did
act as a catalyst for redevelopment and since 1996, Manchester has been
rejuvenated and this is still going on today as evidenced by the stretches of
tramways currently out of operation and the Squares under redevelopment. It is
this new city we are in the throes of exploring although we have still to
finish with the older history. Another day tomorrow!
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