
I’ve been back home a week from my pram-pushing excursion to the snowy Dolomites, and for one reason or another I don’t seem able to settle into a routine. Even my desk-top calendar was left uncreated. Time for a hard reset, and what better way to celebrate being back home than with one of the finest sights to be seen in these parts: the power of industry, the force of water, the elegance of purposeful buildings; the beauty that is Dean Clough.