The silk road most people know. In the days of old they used to go up and down it, bringing us silk from the far East. Sometimes barter something bargain. The road of silk started to desert from our minds.
Oasis welcomed those who came. From China, from India, to Macclesfield they passed it on.
And the camels loaded with goods disappeared when ships came along.
The silk road flowing like veins through my body. When the dyers of Macclesfield used to make the silk in red, the river red would flow too.