I'm walking along Shudehill, heading towards 'The City'. But underneath my feet there's a dirt track, not the pavements of the city centre.
The only sounds are of birds darting in and out of hedgerows and up ahead I can see a flock of sheep grazing in a field, rather than the bars and shops of the Northern Quarter. That's because I'm in New Manchester, a tiny former pit village on the outskirts of Wigan and Salford.
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