July 11th – I had an appointment near Brieley Hill in the morning. The weather was grey and the Stourbridge trains were having a cowturn but I got to Cradley Heath and cycled up the canal through Saltwells.
Years ago, I spent a lot of time in Cradley and its environs. It’s still a busy little town, but it’s changed, suffering the same economic and social pressures as anywhere else.
This is of course, deepest Black Country and I was pleased to see the chain makers still behind Cradley station.
The goats at Saltwells were a pleasant surprise, too.
It’s been a while since I was back here, and it’s still a decent old place. I should come back when I have more time, I think.