
Altrincham is the end of the tram line. The only way you can go from here is back the way you came. The trams share a station with the railway.

This is one of a set of old-style posters, all bearing the same message but each referencing a different town. The message? “Meander the Mid Cheshire Line and Enjoy Marvellous Days Out”.

Opposite the station tram terminus is the Station Hotel. Today just a pub, it was probably built to serve passengers for the railway station in the mid to late Victorian period. We could not find a date on the building but the style is suggestive of that period.

This clock tower, now looking rather lonely and in need of some sympathetic attention, was built in 1880 when its position was within the forecourt of the railway station.

Yes, another old Burton’s store. This one is in “modern” style and bears the familiar Burton logo at intervals around the base. There are two foundation stones, dated 1936, by Raymond Montague Burton and Arnold James Burton, respectively.

This quietly handsome building whose design makes the most if its corner site, bears the date MDCCCLXXXIII – 1883. There is now no indication that I can see as to its purpose or original owner. The large windows on the ground floor suggest that it might have been a retail establishment.

This large building caught my eye because of its size. I can only guess that it is an early 20th-century department store.
We spent a while relaxing in a coffee bar before making our way back to the barbarously named “Interchange”. It’s just a station and the fact that you can catch buses, trams and trains here doesn’t alter the fact.
As we reached the platform a tram for Piccadilly was about to leave so we went aboard.

We changed trams in order to reach Salford Quays. We should have gone one stop further but we could reach our goal by walking.

And this ugly lump of building is where we were heading: known as The Lowry, it is a gallery containing works of L.S. Lowry.
We stopped for tea at the gallery cafe which was our undoing because the gallery closes at 6 pm and it was 5:55 by the time we realized the time.
We walked to the tram stop and took the tram back to Piccadilly (the railway station).

Carluccio’s
At Piccadilly station there is a branch of Carluccio’s Italian restaurant so we had an early supper there before catching the by now familiar free bus number 2 which brought us almost to our door.
I was quite tired by now and was glad to make tea and rest. Well, not quite: before I could settle down, I had to take a phone call from my sister and nephew in Canada, ringing to wish me a happy birthday for next Saturday.
That done, I could finally put my feet up and mull over the day’s adventures.



















