245 Fairfield

4 airports, a few delays, a few too many timezones, and the most expensive airport sandwich I've ever consumed, I've arrived in Manchester. 

First view out the plane as we landed:

It's so green!

This is our street: 

 EVERYTHING is brick. And I now have photographic proof that the sky isn't always gray. 

 The view from my window:

Dizzy's decided that she's quite fond of my wool socks. The fact that I've pulled them out in September has Leanne laughing at me, but warm toes are worth a little ridicule. 

After my 11 hour "nap", we went to the Coffee Lounge at Ashton Church of the Nazarene. 

Most of the buildings in Ashton-Under-Lyne are brick and "historic." My tour guides (Leanne and her sister) thought my amazement at the architecture was entertaining. I had to explain earthquakes to them.

 I didn't get a picture of it, but the market around the corner from church had a cacti stand. So maybe there's hope for my green thumb after all. 

There are kittens in my lap and I'm on my 3rd cup of tea, so I'd say I'm settling in alright.