Sheffield’s Meadowhall Retail Park is much further from the city centre than I was led to believe from a cursory look at the coach journey I’d booked from from London. So, following the coach’s arrival, and after a brief, aimless walk, I was happy to discover Sheffield’s tram system, which took me from the out-of-town morass and all the way to Sheffield University, the intended start-point of my tour of the city’s architecture.
Perhaps it spoiled the planned crescendo of my trip that this initial journey brought me into contact with the only thing I knew I wanted to see, the Park Hill Estate.
What hit me then about Park Hill was not its enormity but its gentleness (I don’t seem to have done a very good job capturing this in the picture, probably because I missed out the imposing building behind it, which made a much greater dent on the vista). Sliding softly into its surroundings, it made sense that it was there, a light tap on the shoulder in stark contrast to the clunking fist of somewhere like Balfron Tower. It helps that the renovated part faces the city but it’s still amazing what a bit of colour can do (I wonder how much the renovation of Albania’s capital was drawn upon?). […]