his outbuildings, more out than they should be. Outside bog still hung with bogroll newspaper he cuts up himself. He used to keep pigeons but they all died of rat poison he scattered after spotting droppings in their cage. Entry way made for horse and trap still echoes to cobbles not concreted over. Red bricks still marked “Wombwell brickworks” or “Wombwell Colliery”.Flatcapped in shirtsleeves he saws wood folk leave in the entryway to feed his grate. He says “I’m a modern man”.