Friday, 29 April 2016
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
These days if you want an aerial view of your locality you buy yourself one of those neat little drones and launch it skywards. You might well bring down a few passing aeroplanes in the process, but you will probably get some decent shots. Forty-five years ago a drone was nothing other than an annoying noise and if you wanted a God-like view of your home town you had to climb Beacon Hill.
Monday, 25 April 2016
The weather is odd at the moment. One day you think Spring has sprung with the resilience of a tempered coil spring, and the next hail is driving down from the sky with a vengeance. You face one way and it is still Winter, then turn around through 180 degrees and it is Spring.
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Halifax From Beacon Hill, Alan Burnett (1971)
Halifax in the early 1970s - a town at a crossroads. The remnants of the old North Bridge Station still remain whilst the new flyover casts a shadow over the area. High rise flats do battle with Victorian church spires and Dean Clough Mills still wove carpets rather than housed call centres.
Conisbrough Castle, South Yorkshire (April 2016)
Many years ago I was taken to the top of the battlements at Conisbrough Castle and told that the wind that almost blew me over was coming straight and uninterrupted from the Russian steppes. That was back in the days when the castle was set in the midst of the working South Yorkshire coalfield, and ascent of the tower could only be attempted with a hard hat and scaffolding. In the post mining-world that is now South Yorkshire, the castle is a tourist attraction, and the wind is gentler and more forgiving.