So the Yorkshiremans has gone.
Never to return.
As part of the doing up of town the major building work next door and demolishing then rebuilding the old co-op. Unfortunately has meant scaffold through the Yorkshireman which will compromise the structural integrity of it.
Which seems a bit convenient to me. But there we go.
It brings a feeling of emptiness to the stomach. As these things do.
This is another "forever building" of me memory maps erased. The brickwork, it's shape, the way the windows sit, are etched in the mind. And always will be, though those i