Last seen (by me anyway) at the Manchester International Festival, this wonderful tent has helped transform Cathedral Gardens into Championship Square for some swimming event.
It explains why there have been more teenagers hanging around in the doorways of the Arndale Centre or lounging around on the cheap sofas at the otherwise empty Triangle. Often intimidating gentlefolk by breathing in close proximity.
Cathedral Gardens is more used to playing the role of school playground for melancholy Emos moping about and city wardens acting as dinner ladies. Now the poor souls have nowhere to go.
Uploaded by mobile phone to Stephen Newton’s diary of sorts