I’ve been living in Manchester for just under a year; Lancashire before that and Edinburgh before that. Out of them all, Glasgow still feels the most like home – every time I come back, it’s like the warmth of slipping on a favourite jumper on a cold day.  Seeing photos of the city always strikes a pang of nostalgia in my heart.

For the last few months, I’ve been following the blog Walking Talking. My favourite segment is that series Streets of Glasgow, described by its author Kev as a “psychogeographic project”, featuring his walks along the streets of my home city. Each post is a delight to read, and, as well as highlighting familiar sites, also reminds me that there’s still so much of the city for me to explore. The same could also be said for Manchester, whose streets I have barely scratched the surface of.

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