My first recollection of Stoke-on-Trent was from a Bristol City football supporters coach on our way to Huddersfield. We travelled north up to Manchester and across the Pennines into Yorkshire. The roads weren’t so good in those days and it was grim up north weatherwise. Wherever I looked there were chimneys and factories reminiscent of those dark satanic mills immortalised by William Blake. None of this was unexpected in Lancashire and Yorkshire, but what I wasn’t expecting to see was the vast number of pottery kilns dominating the skyline as we drove through the Midlands past The Potteries. This was definitely not a part of “England’s Green and Pleasant Land” that Blake wrote about.