Ooops, missed yesterday’s post, too busy cycling the byways and canal sides out to Worsley. It’s a strange place to the North of Manchester that feels like South Manchester/ Cheshire. Very posh, and I got some dirty looks when I pulled up on the green with my bike.


As a collaborator, Aylo�s life should have been at risk every time he left his house. However, there were enough people- with enough influence, in the neighbourhood who knew the truth. He could even enter this darkest of dockers� drinkeries without fear and talk to two of the toughest gang bosses. �I think he is conflicted.�

�He is a Southerner.�

�His mother was of the city, and he grew nearly twenty seasons here. I also think he is of the type that is attracted to men, me in particular.�

�Pfah! That is the sort of arrogance that got your brother killed.�

Aylo struggled for a retort. The old man across the table put a hand on the woman�s shoulder. �I knew Aylo�s brother. He was only doing what he thought was right.�

�You were lucky he was unidentified.�

�Maybe one day he will be recognised as a hero of the resistance.�

�As will we all, hopefully. What information do you have.�

Blessed with a photographic memory, Aylo could do without carrying incriminating copies around. �They are sending two hundred troops out onto the Plains to search for the people sabotaging the railroads.�

�Who is sabotaging the railroads?�

�I think they are chasing shadows. It removes troops from the city.�

The man nodded, �Anything else?�

�Paper and a scriber.� Both appeared from the woman�s direction. Aylo drew a plan of the marshalling yards. �There was a report, about an air raid in the mountains. At a training camp for mountain troops. There have been a number of air raids in the region recently. None of them knows what it means.� He circled the most vulnerable junctions, the ones where traffic was too high.

�Neither do I. If I did know, it would be unwise to tell it to one who walks into the enemy�s offices every day.�

�You are right. Of course.� Aylo downed his ale. �I am just inquisitive. I should go.� Turning to the woman, he finally asked, �How is my nephew?�

�He misses his father.� She looked directly at Aylo to add, �And his uncle.�

�Yes. Well�� With luck, this shall be all over soon.�

I found some of my ‘missing’ CDs, appropriated into John’s CD case (who’d have thought), but still not the ones I listed- Sampled Vol 1, OPM- Menace To Sobriety.