They used to call Sheffield the biggest village in England. Maybe they still do. It is in fact a daisy-chain of villages perched on the hills that surround the city centre. Like Rome, Sheffield was built on seven of them, though you won’t find a Pantheon in the Steel City, and Coles Corner, the popular meeting place for lovers of all ages, was never mistaken for the Spanish Steps.
It’s a friendly city and an underrated one. But it is lop-sided. Nowhere else in England will you find so startling a difference between the northern and southern flanks of a major conurbation. A drive from Attercliffe to Dore makes an interesting sociological exercise.
Abbeydale Road, which takes you out of the city in a southwest