the Huddersfield Road crosses Smithy Brook, in the shadow of a disused
grey brick viaduct, a row of capstones from the top of the wall
have been removed. I feel that a detail of history, a small part
of the character of our locality has gone.
While I bemoan the state of the countryside, Nature takes a less
discriminating view: even rubbish opens up a host of possibilities.
I guess I'm the sort of guy who would say that this jug was half