Statues - Hither & Thither

"Lost in its smoky valley among the Pennine
hills, bristling with tall mill chimneys, with
its face of blackened stone, Bruddersford is
generally held to be an ugly city; and so I suppose
it is, but it always seemed to me to have the kind
of ugliness that could not only be tolerated but
often enjoyed; it was grim but not mean. And the
moors were always there and the horizon never
without its promise. No Brudderford man could
be exiled from the upland and blue air, he always
had one foot on the heather; he had only to pay
his tuppence on the tram and then climb for half
an hour to hear the larks and curlews, to feel the
old rocks warming in the sun, to see the harebells
trembling in the shade."
From "Bright Day" (1946) By j.p. priestley