I arrived in Sheffield in 1967 on a misty, grey, damp September day. It was a very scary time for me leaving the only family I had ever known to join parents I had no memory of and siblings I had never met. My father had left me at two years old to find employment in the UK and at three years of age my mother left me with my grandmother to join my father.

Nether Edge holds special memories for me. It was the first area I lived in in Sheffield and where I spent my early years. Coming from bright sunny Jamaica I thought Sheffield was ugly but I have learnt to appreciate its beauty since then.

Machon Bank Road