I arrived in Wolverhampton by accident in 2005. I was moving to this part of the UK to start a College course, and was looking for accommodation. I hadn’t had much luck in Birmingham and its suburbs so far and was feeling a little deflated and homesick when I got on the Metro tram to Wolverhampton one afternoon in order to kill some time.
As I arrived in the city, I immediately felt it “fitted” me, with its intimate pedestrian centre, its beautiful church and churchyard and period buildings around cobbled streets. It clearly was an industrial town with a strong foothold into the past which piqued my curiosity. I was also taken by its many green spaces and towering trees lining the roads, and enjoyed the more man-sized quality of this smaller city after the dizzying hustle and bustle of Birmingham.
And I decided to make it my new home.