Sheffield
After a three week hiatus (in which I returned to Hay to bolster dwindling funds) I left a gap in the map across Birmingham, and set out from Rugely, just to the north.
Rail companies having erased Sunday from their responsibilities meant a sweltering, crawling bus took me through the suburbs of porous employment to the Rugely terminus. Up the hill, a miner’s wake spilled into the street; above that, cresting the hill, furnace towers still dominate the sky. This is our industrial heartland.
