On Sunday, we decided to go somewhere, and organized a short trip to Bolton. Two friends of ours, (2 girls who are sisters), I will refer them as Dee and Shee in the following, came over to our place, and we began our journey from here.

The rain was pouring, it was quite annoying weather. When we got to Piccadily Station it was already 3.pm, then we bought the tickets, then found out, the train goes from Victoria.

 - Running to Metrolink --- asking the ticket controllers if we have to buy ticket for that service ---- Running to Victoria Station ---- Running to Platform 6 to catch the train --- listening Shee shouting at Dee why she was not dressed up in winter clothes --- and arriving to Bolton station, without any map, and directions. This intense journey was only aborted a couple times to hydrate and dehydrate ourselves.  The journey to Bolton was quite short, it was the first stop from Manchester Victoria. The train station was kinda ugly, and dirty, and nasty weather greeted us at the arrival.

At this picture if you have good eye and imagination, you can see at the left, the "Manchester Eye" - ferris-wheel 

 At Bolton, Shee was telling us this is a fun city, with a lot of things to do. Then we found out, that there is nothing particular in this city.

We tried to find a very old pub, which was quite famous around here. I was very clever to ask 2 girls seemed local, and they were at least 12, but not more then 14 year old. Based on the assumption that the youths knows all pubs in the city, I had to be proven wrong. They had no idea at all.

So we started to walk around hoping we'll find the way.

Couple minutes later I have asked a muslim lady was passing by, and she could help us directing to the city centre.

 This photo was made at a parking place near the city centre of Bolton. As you can see it has quite impressive Conditions of Use. I wonder if anyone read it before they drive in.

As we still had no idea where can we find this old pub, I decided to go in a different pub and ask for directions. This pub was the Gipsy Tent. I was happy when I found out, that despite of the name, the owner was not gipsy at all, and she was very helpful telling us where to go in order to find our place. I was quite embarassed to ask, but it seemed to be no problem at all. We had to go straight ahead about 300 meters, then pass by the Cross, and pass by the Swan (pub).

The Cross we had to pass by.

And finally after so much walking around, we have found it hidden beyond the SWAN...

The pub was very nice and indeed very old. We made some pictures from outside, then decided to go further down the road, as there was a nice church a couple yards away.

People from the pub enjoyed being on the photos, as they were staring out the windows.  

 To be continued ...