I rocked up into a cold and damp warehouse, with life’s stuff on my back, four years to the day ago. The warehouse was refitted as a prayer house and drop-in chill-out cafe. I was committed to 3 months, then another, then another, then another, and then we closed the project down.
Three years on from the close and I’m still in Manchester. Not exactly sure what I’m doing here, but I have my eyes open to see what comes of a seed we planted those three years ago.
Here’s to seeds, roots, sprouts and first leaves!