You wouldn’t think she’s acrobatic, with her heavy feet and the way she swings her round hips when she walks but she does cartwheels in the park like a gym superstar, just like she kicks my ass with her eyes closed, at a game of pool, despite her shaking-anxious, dyslexic hands.
Todmorden isn’t modern, no – but its best that way. Its the character of the gravel road and the flavour of the air, when you walk past sheep and horses to get to the Shepherd’s Rest pub for a pint of ice cold english cider in a tall glass.
It’s white-hot and clear-sky-blue and its like My Summer of Love
[Joy Division - Disorder]
