Woolwax and Wuzzing'Oles

Down washpit lane then cross the cut, smell woolwax scour and brimstone soot. By sluicegate stream where outfall go watch foamflush merge with virgin flow. Pass tall stone stack of massive mill. Up gasworks lane with coaltar smell. Beneath the bridge of blackbright brick. Through tenterfield of frame and hook, and wuzzing’oles in walls all round. Now leave man's alchemy behind and walk in splendid rural scene. Breathe sweetest air; see brightest green. It was a world of stark contrast. But now, just memories of the past.