![]() ![]() At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. ![]() This was March, but the weather had been horribly cold and everywhere there were mounds of blackened snow. The train bore me away, through the monstrous scenery of slag-heaps, chimneys, piled scrap-iron, foul canals, paths of cindery mud criss-crossed by the prints of clogs. David McKie: When fact is really fiction ( The Guardian).Two Orwell Prize winners on fact and fiction in reportage: Neal Ascherson – Ryszard Kapuściński was a great story-teller, not a liar ( The Guardian) and Timothy Garton Ash – Bearing witness is a sacred trust ( The Guardian).Home / Orwell / Books by Orwell / The Road to Wigan Pier / Extract from Chapter 1, The Road to Wigan Pier Extract from Chapter 1, The Road to Wigan Pier ![]()
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