Twelve months ago, the weather in Stoke-on-Trent was cold and snowy. It had been snowing for best part of the week.
I remember this because I was packing the house up to move to Scotland.
I’d had my last drink at the Britannia Stadium, Jack Daniels out of plastic cups.
My last pint as a regular in the White Star
both with my mate Shane.
I swapping this view from the front door
not a bad swap.
I do miss some of the people in Stoke, I made a lot of good friends over the years, many of whom have been to visit us or are planning to soon. I miss the buildings, I miss not going in to the White Star for #itsfiveoclocksomewhere drinks.
Would I change it all and go back?
No I don’t think I would.