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The approach was not inviting. In spite of her spiffy new—well, not a 1926 model, but almost new—motor-car, Daisy felt discouraged.
First she had to navigate the grim, smoke-belching Potteries towns, one of those lists of names beloved of geography teachers: Stoke, Hanley, Burslem, Longton, Tunstall, Fenton. Amalgamating them into the city of Stoke-on-Trent hadn’t made them any prettier.
Beyond Derby came an endless series of equally grim, grimy mining villages; rows of tiny, grey cottages lining the steep-cobbled streets. Small shops, pubs, and chapels