Two projects today. First, watching the demolition of the MSE factory down the end of Bridge Street. I couldn't get too close: too dangerous. But standing in Bridge Street was good enough. The whole thing came down with one JCB in about 4 hours. How many thousands of working days were spent in that building?
Second, some street photography. Saturday is market day, but there are only a dozen or so stalls now, tucked up near the social centre. Arthur, a Clay Cross PS member, was out shopping. He'd been ill, not seen him for a while. He said that John was in town, headed for the Methodist Church centre for a cup of tea. I met him there, with his wife and sisters, for tea and a ginger biscuit. John knows most people. He said he didn't want the social side of Clay Cross life to go with the new development. Popping in and out of shops, meeting people. I said I thought it might.