An even more reluctant run this morning. Just 2.5 miles round the ring road, past all those new apartment blocks and ‘prestige office developments’.
It’s hard to pick up a newspaper these days without someone droning on about how Leeds has become a kind of provincial Knightsbridge. It was time to take a closer look at Leeds life, so this evening I treated myself to a walk through Hunslet, a suburb close to the centre, but one that hasn’t yet been informed of Leeds’s new prosperity. I bought a tray of fish and chips and ambled around the empty wind-blown streets, past the abandoned, boarded-up shops. There are still cobbles here, and back-to-backs and washing lines strung across the narrow streets. Blokes in grubby vests tinkering with car engines shout greetings without looking up.
Phew, that’s a relief.
