Sheffield has Millennium Gallery, Winter Garden (Figure 9), Cathedral (Figure 10), but my favorite is the Church Valley Industrial Village (Abbeydale Industrail Hamlet). Sheffield was a very important city in the UK during the Industrial Revolution, with steel casting as the mainstay. The industrial village was built from 1714 to 1876 in the form of a triad (Figure 2), which was managed by two ladies. When I bought my ticket in, one of the ladies greeted me warmly, introduced me briefly, and then gave me a free tour, and I had only one visitor in the whole place, and I could visit and take pictures at leisure. I love it, and every room is filled with tools: agricultural equipment, industrial equipment, steam engines, cobalt, workers’ rooms, and the last remaining complete cobalt furnace in the whole of the UK. It is surprising that there is a reservoir and hydroelectric power plant (Figure 3). The tool placement in each room must have been carefully designed, it looks as if the workers have just finished their work, and they have left the tool to go out for tea. I am particularly surprised by the wooden workbench in Figure 6. How many years of knocking and grinding can form such a grooves! Figure 7 This machine still has iron scraps left by the polishing iron, and the two ladies who managed it have been cleaning it during my visit, but they have not cleaned up the iron scraps, but have kept them, leaving me endless imagination and speculation. Figure 5 This room should be the room of the maintenance staff here. The heating is on, the door is locked, and the sun outside the window gently shines on the tools on the table, so that these cold irons shine with warm light. I took this photo through the door glass. I imagined the scene of an old gentleman with glasses working his head. I walked slowly through the old village, and the eighteenth-century craftsmen seemed to be around, sweating, burning, ironing, polishing, carving, dressing. Their laughter seemed to be in their ears. At this time, it seems that someone is calling me and letting me "cross" back. It was the lady who managed the place. She smiled and said to me, "Honey, I'm off work, my husband is coming to pick me up and go home. If you want to see it for a while, I hope you like it." Haha okay, The woman's eviction order also said so euphemistically. In addition, it is far from the city. I took the bus. After the bus arrived at the station, I had to walk for ten minutes. There is a park along the road that is particularly beautiful (Figure 1). Photography: Annie Equipment: Sony A7RII
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Sheffield has Millennium Gallery, Winter Garden (Figure 9), Cathedral (Figure 10), but my favorite is the Church Valley Industrial Village (Abbeydale Industrail Hamlet). Sheffield was a very important city in the UK during the Industrial Revolution, with steel casting as the mainstay. The industrial village was built from 1714 to 1876 in the form of a triad (Figure 2), which was managed by two ladies. When I bought my ticket in, one of the ladies greeted me warmly, introduced me briefly, and then gave me a free tour, and I had only one visitor in the whole place, and I could visit and take pictures at leisure. I love it, and every room is filled with tools: agricultural equipment, industrial equipment, steam engines, cobalt, workers’ rooms, and the last remaining complete cobalt furnace in the whole of the UK. It is surprising that there is a reservoir and hydroelectric power plant (Figure 3). The tool placement in each room must have been carefully designed, it looks as if the workers have just finished their work, and they have left the tool to go out for tea. I am particularly surprised by the wooden workbench in Figure 6. How many years of knocking and grinding can form such a grooves! Figure 7 This machine still has iron scraps left by the polishing iron, and the two ladies who managed it have been cleaning it during my visit, but they have not cleaned up the iron scraps, but have kept them, leaving me endless imagination and speculation. Figure 5 This room should be the room of the maintenance staff here. The heating is on, the door is locked, and the sun outside the window gently shines on the tools on the table, so that these cold irons shine with warm light. I took this photo through the door glass. I imagined the scene of an old gentleman with glasses working his head. I walked slowly through the old village, and the eighteenth-century craftsmen seemed to be around, sweating, burning, ironing, polishing, carving, dressing. Their laughter seemed to be in their ears. At this time, it seems that someone is calling me and letting me "cross" back. It was the lady who managed the place. She smiled and said to me, "Honey, I'm off work, my husband is coming to pick me up and go home. If you want to see it for a while, I hope you like it." Haha okay, The woman's eviction order also said so euphemistically. In addition, it is far from the city. I took the bus. After the bus arrived at the station, I had to walk for ten minutes. There is a park along the road that is particularly beautiful (Figure 1). Photography: Annie Equipment: Sony A7RII