First, I need to work out how to get in, past the fences and the walls and the barbed wire – am I breaking some kind of rule? There are the usual signs of urban ruin: fly-tipped rubbish, a shopping trolley, upside down, wheels in the air, and some graffiti left by the Union Bears that someone has plastered with ‘Simply the Best’ Celtic stickers. This is not the bonniest part of the city by any means. But up ahead is hope.
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