I was born in a Northern town. The Mersey flows by a motorway, M60 circular goes down to Liverpool. I was born in England. in a northern town famed for nothing. A place none of my ancestors had heard of. So I have only shallow roots in this heavy clay Cheshire soil. I grew up in a housing estate conceived in the sixties. One house on my street was the original farmhouse surrounded by suburban imitations and neat front gardens. Life points in two directions, north to the city south to the hills. I always hated my corner of suburbia and always plotted to leave. My parents still live in the same house. I have never gone more than six months Without a trip home. Soon I will think about booking a train ticket for Easter in Stockport and personal resurrection.