Coppice and Wood via Albion, Union and Old Cross to Factory, Furnace and Brick Kiln – the street names tell the story of Tipton. Water-girdled town. The shouts of day boat captains – horsemen – echoing from soot-stained walls, cobbles. Tipton Green flight – horse shite and mud. Furnaces & foundries, all firework & flame cause a miasma over fetid water. In 1853 in Union Street Benjamin Pearson was born. An upstairs room, the curtains pulled as if to hide some sinful act. A heard-but-not-seen birth. A yelp into life. Downstairs. A baccy pouch opened. A wry smile. It’s a boy. Grand!