Today we marked the tenth anniversary of our moving to Chorlton-cum-Hardy by exploring the art galleries of Beech Road. The expedition climaxed with the purchase of an image from Chorlton Weave, part of Jack Lloyd’s Exhausted Environment series, which shows at the Creative Recycling Gallery on Beech Road from August 12 to September 15 2006.
It’s what you might call a contemporary urban piece. The canvass – a collage – is dominated by a washing line that weaves its way through images of Manchester’s most exciting and interesting suburb. It captures the character of a place that may appear a little worn – there’s graffiti and litter – but also offers much more than most cities (let alone suburbs).
I don’t big-up Chorlton because I live here. I live here because it is the best place in the world. It really is. While I guess I could be tempted by the USA, there’s no other country in world I’d choose to live. And within the UK, other than Manchester, I’d only consider (if pushed) London, Brighton, Newcastle or Glasgow (for Katharine only the last two). And within Manchester only Chorlton or the city centre, both of which have progressed at an incredible pace (ten years ago we considered Didsbury, but that village has lost its way).
Anyway. Fortified by a late breakfast at Diamond Dogs we embarked on a mini-pub crawl including a venture into what’s becoming known as Manchester’s ethical quarter. Anchored by Unicorn, here you’ll find an increasing number of shops offering organic and fair trade items. We bought a couple of trendy jute shopping bags (including a beer bag for my visits to the Belgian Belly), which we filled at the surprisingly upmarket Somerfield Market Fresh.