It seemed to me to be a different world yet it was simply a dour hillside quarrying village producing stone for all kinds of industrial purposes - the finer, harder types for grindstones for the 'little mesters' of the Sheffield cutlery trade and for lining furnaces in the steelworks.
Producing plausible policies and ways for the public to have a say on them will be hard harder, perhaps, than the practical problem of coming up with ways to suck up a bit of carbon or reduce incoming sunshine.