2: Cotton Street
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Mismatched cobbles under your feet.
New glass reflecting back at you.
Everything around you is huge, bricks upon bricks.
Imagine this all rewound. Slate roofs untiled. Buildings descending brick
by brick to the ground. Foundations dissolved.
The very cobbles under your feet faded to earth.
Ancoats. Ana Cots. Lonely Cottages. That’s what it means. Ironic right?
When you look at it now.
But when this place was first recorded those
lonely cottages must been the only ones for miles and miles.
… Cross the road and keep going.
Linda Carver: To an indigenous person of this area it was "R Ancuts" where as I say our Ancoats which must sound a bit posh to them, it's not but... (laughter).
