Each and every time I wandered by, I wondered.
The whys and wherefores of your seemingly unknowable comings and goings.
Standing alone, aloof and unloved on the corner of Rochdale Road and Sudell Street.
Something was missing.
I was missing something.
In 1813 there’s a field
In 1836 something’s there, but not it’s you.
Yet.
By 1900 the days of the two up, two downs are numbered – sanitary dwellings are the order of the day, plans are drawn up, the local council have decreed that workers dwellings are to be built.
Known as Alexandra Place or The Dwellings.
You must have been home to many too many to recall, then you were gone again.
Save for one old triangle, refusing to jingle jangle to the modern dance.
I do not know what fate awaits you, I only know you must be strong.
A change is gonna come.
