When my pension disappears down the pan, if it hasn't already, I'm going to move here.
Tin Town.
A well appointed row of delightful, prefabricated metal, houses. Or at least that's what used to be there before the Howden, Derwent and Ladybower reservoirs were completed and the navvies moved on.
And here's what it looks like along that stretch of street now.
A handy reminder that when humankind has finished fucking everything up before fucking off, that nature will sort out quite a lot of the mess.
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