Wednesday saw me, Kris and John spending a day at Manchester’s Trafford Center, watching me spend far to many dollars, before hooking up with Lee on the night in Wednesbury.
To my surprise who should I bump into but my Great Great Grandfather by means of his picture being on the wall (that looks remarkably similar to my dad!). Apparently, his name is Frederick Henry Lloyd, and he owned a steelworks in the town.
It really is a strange, yet comforting feeling, and makes this place seem even more like my home, which is good.