Reflecting on the juxtaposition of poverty and wealth evident in the domestic architecture in the area around The Handbag Factory, Eleanor takes traces of the material fabric of the building itself in the form of a rubbing of its external wall - a blank brick structure, except for small apertures that evoke arrow slits in a castle. Depending on perspective, the wall offers privacy and security or represents a barrier and being shut out. In her prints of the weeds that grow in Loughborough Street, Eleanor reflects on what survives and even thrives beyond the wall, overlooked and underfoot.