Thursday, 1 December 2011
Living in such a historic place as Saltaire and keen to showcase its rugged beauty to those who have never visited, I sometimes think I may be in danger of 'talking up' the area as a whole. There is lots that is genuinely attractive and worthy of photographing - but we have our share of 'ordinary' (and 'horrible') as well. Oddly enough, I am always pleased to see those aspects of other parts of the world on other people's blogs. It's interesting to see the similarities and differences and those are often more obvious in the 'ordinary' aspects of our towns and cities. With that in mind, I am determined to capture a few of the less immediately attractive parts of Saltaire and Shipley.
What better place to start than an enterprise that I pass daily on my walk to work: 'Bubbles', the hand car-wash. There was time when all car-washes in these parts were those fearsome drive-through type with huge rotating brushes that threatened to tear off your car aerial or any loose bits of trim. My daughter, as a child, always used to get excited when the car was dunked in foam. These days they seem to be a dying breed, supplanted by armies of young men energetically spraying and polishing. Supposed to be less likely to scratch the paintwork - but I have my doubts! Anyway, Bubbles is a cheerful looking place and seems to do a good trade most of the time. A lot of my neighbours seem to stick with the old-fashioned methodology - a soapy sponge and a bucket or a hosepipe, on the street outside the house. Much cheaper. Much more convivial too; someone always stops to chat.