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I recently read Edgelands, a thought-provoking meditation-essay by Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts on the unheralded spaces on the edge of, or between, towns. They wryly elaborate a new mythology of water-treatment plants, car cemeteries, substations, canal bridges, driving ranges, industrial estates.

Coming out of Waitrose in Glasgow's West End, this evening, it occurred to me that you don't have to go that far to get to the edgelands. Sometimes all you have to do is look up.