6th December - Today didn’t start well. A really, really bad journey to work saw me leave the house, return, leave again, just make the train, then sit for ages on it going nowhere just outside Birmingham New Street. When I finally got to Moor Street, the trains there were also not running, so I cycled into Tyseley. Instead of going via Small Heath, I chanced my arm at Camp Hill-Sparkbrook- Sparkhill, which seemed a decent route.
There is some really great architecture in this corner of south east central Brum. I noticed particularly this old pub on the corner of Shakespeare Street and Warwick Road. I think it must be all flats now, but the terracotta brickwork, architraves and panels are a thing to behold. Sadly, the elegant clocks on the tower are stopped. Few things speak more eloquently of urban decay than a static public clock.