The clocks are changing back and the year is helter skelter-ing its way to an end. Before the days get too short to travel far I took a train trip over the Pennines to Sheffield. It’s a city built on hills with a history built on the steel industry, parts of which still survive today though modern industries are playing a larger and larger part in the local economy.
Though some of the heritage architecture is going there are still fascinating pockets of interest dotted around and about. One of my reasons for this trip was to try out the new tram train which now links Sheffield with nearby Rotherham, its an extension of the city’s existing tram network and is a combination of light rail and a repurposed heavy rail route. One of those good ideas that everybody says in the way forward but then disappears into the swamp of focus groups and consultations etc. Well its up and running now, for a period of evaluation. Go figure. It works, try it, it’s good.
I was making my way back to Sheffield’s railway station when I took these shots. It was a Saturday and in that ghost period between the shoppers having gone home and the party animals not yet arrived for a night out.
Enough words, bring on the pictures.
SHEFFIELD. The Fountains in the Peace Gardens on Pinstone Street by the Town Hall.
SHEFFIELD. Tudor Square with the Crucuble Theatre and The Lyceum Theatre.
SHEFFIELD. A beacon in the gathering dark on Howard Street stands the Globe Pub, an easy walk down the hill to the railway station and on the edge of the student quarter.
SHEFFIELD. A bus speeds the Saturday shoppers home to their warm firesides as the evening closes in.
SHEFFIELD. A silver water featrure wall, made of the steel that gave Sheffield its fame, leads down Sheaf square to the railway station.
SHEFFIELD. Sheaf Square, blazing with lights, the railway station welcomes the weary traveller on a cold night.
SOME OF MY STUFF.
