A carpet of crocus and a scattering of daffodils surround the tombs of St Mary Magdalene churchyard. Here I stand on the west side of the church looking towards the tower. A church has stood here since the 12th century, although little remains of it after an extension in the 16th century, alterations in the 18th century and lastly a rebuilding in 1873. The squat saddleback tower we see today is by Austin and Paley, a duo of much loved local architects, and replaced the old one in 1900-1.
It is difficult to get a photograph of the whole church as it is surrounded by trees and from this angle the tower saddleback cannot be seen but lets head out towards the gate for another angle, look up to check the time
and see a homily on the tower "Watch for ye know not the hour", perhaps something to meditate on as I take a turn around the tombstones
while enjoying a day of spring sunshine and flowers.
Here can be seen how well the sturdy tower sits with the church as they nestle in the hollow of the valley south of the village of Broughton in Furness.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at T here
Walk along the towpath of the Leeds-Liverpool Canal (celebrating its 200th birthday in 2016) from Shipley in Yorkshire this marvelous edifice comes into view around a bend at Saltaire. It is New Mill or the North Block of Salts Mill and built in an Italianate style; the chimney is based on the Campanile of Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari in Venice. Once a wool mill today it houses the National Health Trust who must have lovely window views of canal
and to the side, the River Aire. Built by Titus Salt as a wool mill when be bought farm land here because of the ideal transport links of both canal and railway but also because he had a vision of building a model village for his workers. A man of great religious faith he also built
the Congregationalist Church directly opposite the mills. The conditions in the slums of Bradford were dire at this time with high infant mortality and even an outbreak of cholera so when the workers came here to neat housing and open green spaces it must have been a revelation. The village, by combining his name and river name, became Saltaire.
No wonder when in 1876 Titus Salt died 100,000 people lined the street for his funeral cortege. The Salt family mausoleum is at the rear of the church on the right.
In the grounds by the entrance are also what was the office house and stables. Titus Salt had made the bulk of his fortune by the chance of finding Alpaca wool in a Liverpool docks warehouse which was being used as packing material in imported goods. He discovered that by combining it with Angora sheep wool it made a fine and desirable material. When in recent times ideas for a sculptures alongside the River Aire were imagined and drawn by the local school
it is no surprise one of them was of an Alpaca.
As well as housing, schools and churches Salt also built Saltaire Institute as a 'centre for recreation, culture and learning’ consisting of library, gymnasium and rifle drill-room, fencing room, armoury, chess room, laboratory and lecture theatre, bagatelle and billiards room, a school of art, and a large dance hall with a fully sprung floor. Wow there was a whole lot going on in there. Today owned by the Salt Foundation charity trust and renamed Victoria Hall it is still a centre for recreational use with the addition of weddings and film locations.
Saltaire was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site as an "exceptionally well preserved industrial village that had a profound influence" on similar model villages built as a result of philanthropic paternalism (such as Port Sunlight which I pictured in a previous round of ABC Wednesday here)
Although I am quite fond of taking photographs of vernacular housing my brief time in Saltaire meant I couldn't didn't get to amble along it planned streets and parks but by chance I did take a photo of one of the lions outside Victoria Hall
which were designed by sculptor Thomas Milnes and originally destined for the bottom of Nelson’s column in Trafalgar Square in London. Guess the capital decided they wanted something a whole lot bigger. Of course the housing is evident in the background and what is even better is that the road sign says Lockwood Street. Titus Salt's architects who designed the whole village and mills were Lockwood and Mawson and this is one of the streets, as thanks, he named after them.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at S here
Lets tootle along a rural road near Ulpha where most traffic will be turning left here to leave the Duddon Valley and
carry on to Eskdale. The fingerpost is showing signs of its age with a slightly rusting pointer. I like these old black and white fingerposts with their roundel tops which date from the 1930s. This one has had some other signs tacked for the tourist unsure where they are going. Quite a busy corner behind the wall with a mini electricity substation and a rusting hut.
The small but pointy peak on the right is Cor (1735 ft /528m) which may be something one says when reaching the top.
Whistling Green, Ulpha
The red of Royal Mail is a familiar sight in the valley and on all rural road.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at R here
A square form, a quadrate, nestles by the side of a babbling brook in Furnace Wood.
The question is what was it for? I don't know. Perhaps it is associated with one of the old industries of the Duddon Valley, the making of bobbins, iron making, coppicing or even a hand tanning pool. It is a mystery to me. Water was used from the River Duddon and perhaps
from this stream in the 18th Century for water power to operate the box bellows below
at the Blast Furnace. The charcoal produced from the surrounding woodland powered the furnace that once lit would burn for six months, producing molten iron every twelve hours. (The casting arch can be seen on the right).
Another question arises as I take you on the path up through the wood, of what this faded message once said.
At least there is no question of what these flowers are by the side of the path, although the various varieties of mosses might be another matter.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at Q here
On the corner of a London street is, what was, the site of Central London's oldest petrol station which opened in 1926. The Ridgmount Petrol Station (also known as Bloomsbury Petrol Station) closed in 2008. There was a failed attempt to get it listed and today the site is occupied by a burger chain and office buildings. Where the outdoor seating is in the photograph was once the petrol station forecourt which can be seen on Vici MacDonald's 'Shopfront Elegy' blog here. I haven't been able to find a period photograph of the petrol station but did discover on the way that the history of petrol pumps is called Petroliana and here is a photograph of some 1920s petrol pumps somewhere in rural Britain.
Of course what attracted my attention in this corner of London was
the eye-catching ceramic mural by the automobile artist Brian James influenced by Art Deco style. The work was commissioned by the Bedford Estate who own much of the land and features a Bedford van and sports car of the 1930s. The driver is Mary Dutchess of Bedford of whose eventful life a whole book could be written. She took up flying in her 60s but disappeared at the beginning of a solo flight in bad weather somewhere over the North Sea in 1937. The colour chosen in the mural was the Bedford Racing colours.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at P here
Here is Micklegate Post Office just the place to buy postcards to mail home if visiting York. One step to browse the postcards on the right, enter to buy them and the stamps and then pop them in the Royal Mail box outside. There is a handily placed bench outside the Micklegate Fisheries to eat fish and chips in the sunshine.
This block of buildings is, as you have now guessed, is on Micklegate (a name from the Norse, mykla gata, meaning Great Street). The timbered black and white building is probably 16th Century and was restored in 1967 when it was estimated it was only ten years away from collapse. The lower portion is divided into shops, and has been throughout the centuries, in past ages they were butchers shops and it is thought that is one of the reasons the building survived. I am not sure of the dates of the other two buildings but would guess the one in the middle might be 17th Century and possibly the post office building is 18th Century. I believe there has been a post office here since 1842 (two years after the world's first adhesive postage stamp, the Penny Black, was issued).
One way to walk along Micklegate is to enter through
Micklegate Bar, one of the entrances to the walled city of York since Medieval times. Traditionally when the reigning monarch approaches the gate they have to ask the permission of the Lord Mayor to enter the city. Here is the present Queen in 2012 outside the gate when she had come to give out the Maundy Money at York Minster on the Thursday before Easter Good Friday.
Baby boomer living on the coast of north west england who likes walking up hills and down dales but not necessarily in that order. Added value is a cold drink at the end with a frothy top.
Super power wished I had - ability to read at the speed of Star Trek's Data but until that happens my to be read pile keeps growing.