Not a post about something particularly rich in history this week; nor is it even a door to somewhere that features in the grander scheme of things in any particular way.

It’s merely the reception door for an engineering firm, but something about this door has always drawn my eye to it.

I get mid-eighties clinic entrance vibes from it. The typeface somehow calms me while it seems to be shouting at me.

While it works beautifully at snuggling in to the regimented geometry of the building to which it allows access, it kind of goes the opposite way in its interaction with the street that it’s situated on.

There’s a slight incongruity to this proclamation of being a reception, for, if you come up the side street it’s on from the wrong direction, you’ve no idea what it is actually the reception to, unless you know where you’re headed.

(And if you do know where you’re headed, then you’ll know that that final destination would be the Hindle Group, an engineering firm who’ve made gears and engine related bits since the 1930’s.)