August 2023. Park Hill, Sheffield.
Mrs RM is determined to get her 10-15k steps a day in, and in Sheffield’s hilly streets a step is worth twice as much as a step in Waterbeach.
The climb up to the Park Hill estate immortalised in a Richard Hawley soundtracked musical is always a joy,
and after a fortifying Eggs Benedict in Couch,
we hit the heights.
Park Hill is a classic example of urban gentrification, I guess, with (simplification here) ’60s council housing modernised and flogged off.
Great views, almost as good as the one from our place.
And a nice bear. Always helps.
But no pubs, until this month. The Pearl is the first bar to open at Park Hill since the 1960s-built estate’s four original pubs, The Scottish Queen, The Link, The Parkway and The Earl George, all closed.
And it opened today. And I missed it. And you know I’d attend the opening of an envelope. Looking at this tweet it says a lot about how Sheffield is changing, never mind Park Hill.
You’ll get Mrs RM and my report as soon as I get home. But don’t hold your breath for Draught Bass.
We carried on up to the top of the actual Sky(e)’s edge, a vast park sadly scarred by dumped rubbish.
But I’ll forgive that for the view.
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