I’m afraid the compass of my heart generally knows one direction, and that’s northwards. It frequently settles on the Republic of South Yorkshire and naturally at it’s heart is that fading bastion of industrial greatness, Sheffield. I say fading, there’s still a lot of industry to be found in Steel City, though compared to it’s peak when one could walk mile after mile of foundry’s and works, the place is a shadow. They also say it now produces more steel then it ever did in those golden days of heavy industry. Does it? The place is still endlessly fascinating and has much that is photogenic and intriguing to the industrial wanderer. This wandering is set to a permanent soundtrack of Cabaret Voltaire and the works of the early Human League, though that’s my preference of course.