Just looked at the photos from the Zoo trip a few weeks ago. Came across this shot, taken at the fair at the end of the Zoo.
I think this sums up every reason I can think of why it's a good idea to leave Dudley.
There's something so old-fashioned about the faces, so worn down by life, no joy at all. All they have is work, children and death, and they don't particularly like the children or the work.