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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, August 12, 2004
    Leadville
     
    Whenever I was driven into London, I watched the houses which lined the road: as the car travelled towards the centre of the city, the houses marched in the opposite direction; dirty and anonymous, pinched and choked by an endless, ragged chain of cars and lorries, they looked uninhabitable, yet the blackened cars parked on their pavements suggested otherwise. It seemed incredible that there were people living within ten yards of the car in which I was travelling.
    One afternoon in January 1995, as I drove along Western Avenue, I did what I had never done before: I parked the car in a side-street, and walked on to the road....


    The start of an epiphany, in the introduction to Edward Platt's Leadville: A Biography of the A40, which I began reading today.