You left me on the edge of the Park Hill estate,
attempting to touch all six closed pubs.
I became a bit obsessed with the Parkway Tavern, tucked into the very heart of the complex.
It’s a hard estate to get to grips with, and a high fence to jump.
For a minute I thought it was deserted and I’d have to comfort myself with the joy of the Mansfield livery adorning the Trades & Labour Club.
But then we turned a corner and the Urban Splash regeneration springs into life.
Public art, inspirational words, £250k apartments, bistros replacing boozers….
I never did find the remains of the Parkway Tavern, of which BigJapp2 had said;
“Got to be honest I haven’t been in here ,but I have walked past it through park hill flats enough to know I would rather put my family jewels in a meat grinder than risk my life in there.”
I assume by “family jewels” he/she meant copies of the 1972 and 1975 Good Beer Guide.
Anyway, here’s some pics of the Parkway, courtesy of Little Bits of Sheffield.
It’s now a convenience store, probably selling champagne truffle artisan crisps for £3. Such is progress.
Inspiring, uplifting and sad at the same time. Lots of people loved living in Park Hill;
“It’s like being in heaven” said one early resident, while another said, “People look at us up here and think we live in a slum. They don’t realise that I live in a penthouse looking out over the city.”
We gave the cholera memorial a miss, for now, and headed home.