Half-remembered journeys across post-industrial Yorkshire. At first impression, it appears to be a journey through a uniform landscape, past familiar mills, peaks and dales. Until you start to notice the details. The devil is in the details. It occupies your peripheral vision. It leaves you questioning how you arrived where you did. How did we get here? It almost certainly started in Dusseldorf or Köln. Or possibly The San Francisco Tape Music Centre. It is not important. The journey to Yorkshire is somewhat hazy. Hansa by the Wall, 1977. Stockholm’s Museum of Modern Art, 1968. Maida Vale, 1963. Rugby, 1986. It enters Yorkshire via Kingston upon Hull, though even that is not set in stone. It is not important. It is important to ask the question now and then. The answers less so. Banks of vintage equipment. A master craftsman at work in a nest of patch cables within an old textile mill.