Blake Street is quite steep.
There's a handrail along one footpath in case you need something to hold on to. Perhaps to stop you sailing off into Ebenezer Elliot's* old house and potentially damaging a listed building.
A listed building you say, that'll be prime land, perhaps we can build on it?
No, get off, that's a genuine piece of history.
The street is approximately 184 metres long and has a rise of 33 metres.
That's a gradient of 0.18, or more familiarly as a percentage that's 18%, or 1 in 5 as it used to be shown on road signs.
Here are three signs.
Sign one, at the bottom of the street.
And sign two and three at the top.
The Blake Hotel, a fine pub selling lovely beers. Much changed since the first time I went in it, there were bowls of tripe on the bar on that occasion, but now thankfully the rubbery tasteless stuff has gone.
No idea what this used to be, it looks as though it ought to have been a pub. Most likely a shop of some sort. **Update - This used to be Whitehouse's Beer-Off and Grocery shop, my memory of it is non-existent though having walked past it hundreds of times.
The distance and height information were gathered using GPS devices.
The information about the pub was gathered from empirical data.
*Ebenezer Elliott, the Corn Law Rhymer.
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