September 16th – A frustrating daytime of delays and faffing before a decent night out with family. I was in Walsall getting – of all things – parts for the car. In Ablewell Street, I stopped and looked at a sign I’d passed many times, and always amuses me.

I know it’s an organisation (and a worthy one at that) but the sign is almost random in it’s minimalism and in context of such a busy urban place, perfectly pitched.

I love it. I needed breathing space, so I took five minutes and thought about the serendipity of the sign.

August 14th – I found myself back in Walsall at dusk, having been on a mad dash to Sutton. Finally relaxed and happy, I enjoyed the evening light and a peaceful ride home with the wind assisting me.

Some days are just frantic from start to finish. But it’s nice to feel a very hectic period come to an end. Oh for a few days off and a bit of blessed normalcy. 

February 8th – Cruising up over Church Hill in Walsall for a bit of variety, I reflected on how Lower Rushall Street has been changed from a busy back way to a main artery since the construction of the new Ring Road. I pity the poor souls living right on the road’s edge at the converted former Eyelands factory, and the recent one way system around Ablewell Street is hardly a joy to behold. Yet, as I traversed this modern wonder, I noticed the historical constant: St. Matthews in clear view, imperious and imposing. A beautiful thing in a sea of urban sprawl.