This is Union Street and Cannon Mills in Great Horton, Bradford: a photograph I must have taken sometime in the 1980s. The cars date it, of course: as well as the minor detail that everything to the right of the street has now been demolished.
Saturday, 7 December 2019
Friday, 29 November 2019
Monday, 25 November 2019
Tuesday, 19 November 2019
Monday, 18 November 2019
Monday, 4 November 2019
There is something quite captivating about fireworks: no matter how many times you have witnessed their extrovert performance, their momentary ostentatiousness, you are still drawn to them. This particular display was at Almondbury Wesleyans Cricket Club last night. A cracking good night.
Monday, 28 October 2019
Looking at fine buildings in Halifax can be a bit like looking at paintings in the National Gallery, you get drawn by the famous and casually walk passed what would be excellent in other contexts. How can I have walked by Lord Street Chambers for seven decades without noticing them?
Thursday, 24 October 2019
I have so many memories of the Plummet Line Hotel, you could probably fill the old Tap Room with them. Back in the 1960s the family of one of my first girlfriends ran the pub. I remember going to the folk club that used to meet in one of the upstairs rooms. Memories, memories, memories.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
There has been a greengrocers under the clock in Halifax Market for as long as I can remember - and that, I have to admit, is an increasingly long time. These days it is all colourful, light and airy: my earliest memories are of something darker and gas-lit.