The street is straight and confident but not quite sure who it is - on one side St John’s Terrace, the other Belle Vue Road.

‘Maybe if you are posh you say St John’s, if not, Belle Vue.’

‘I don’t know, Belle Vue sounds nicer to me.’

But the views are all in wrong place.

I am sure the high road I’ve driven into Leeds for years crosses the top of the street, and the low road I have driven back home crosses the bottom. But through the gaps between the tall Victorian houses the prison is where the priory should be and looking for the TV studios I can see the city centre. Back the other way there is a park that is usually round the corner. A block of flats sticks up out of a new forest.

In our project we are creating alternative maps, playing with the city. The city is playing with us. It is all Belle Vue/St John’s fault for being one of those streets that skew through the in between, parallel, and perpendicular.