Wardrobe done. Those doors just gli-ide from here to there and back again. Sweet.
Merthyr again today. Capital of the Valleys. Notorious hotspot for indicators of social deprivation. The office there a palace of tinted curtain glass, flooded with daylight. A humble high street of discount stores and the like. A mammoth Tesco. A grubby openair railway station with single gum-speckled platform. The two-carriage electric train rusty round the doors and window frames.
A town of whitewashed slate-roofed terrace houses arrayed along the contours of steep hills. Overlooking it all a vast scene of destruction, the maimed ridgetop-turned-opencast mine. Monster dump trucks in motion.
Through broad glass
a town’s full sweep: white walls
grey slate rooves