The sky is a little light and lacking in leaden gloom for it to be too closely west of Manchester. In reality, just west of My Manchester lies Carrington Moss, home of the United training facility, much good its doing them just now. Beyond that lies the flattish hinterland that slumps between Manchester and the perennially, wilfully outcast Janus that is Liverpool, one eye yearningly turned to the brashness of America, the other to the grim arrogance of Manchester. An area full of grey tribes, the Plazzies and the Woolybacks, and the complex, shifting sands of the Scoucers. Of course, only in England can such a place be the home of the first commercial canal, the first inter city rapid transport system (adding bitter irony to the cancellation of HS2) And the once fifth largest port in the UK, 50 miles from the Sea. All of which is now just part of the Pollock splatter of the places, just, west of Manchester.