Three chimneys

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Narrowboats moored for the winter beside Shipley Wharf.  It seemed a popular spot for fishermen that day.  I wonder if the fish congregate here?  Perhaps by the boats it's a bit warmer or something?  (Can you tell I've never done any fishing?!)  In the distance you can see Saltaire's three chimneys.  The palest square one on the right is Salts Mill.  The others belong to smaller mills at Salts Wharf.

Mouse over for the colour version of this photo.  I think I prefer the simpler lines of the black and white version, although it was initially the colours of the boats and autumn trees that enticed me to take the photo.  The morning light was nice that day.

The Park Lodge

Saltaire Park was opened in 1871, laid out with a large cricket field, the Half Moon Pavilion, the bandstand and a number of walks and avenues around a central promenade, surrounded by shrubs, trees and formal planting.  In those days Victoria Road, the main thoroughfare through Saltaire, crossed the River Aire by a bridge and ended at the Lodge you see here, with the entrance to the park on the left.  To the right and through metal gates, a long private carriageway led up to Milner Field, the grand house built by Titus Salt Junior and later lived in by Sir James Roberts' family.

The Park was renamed Roberts Park in 1920, when it was given to Bradford Corporation by Sir James Roberts (who in 1918 had sold Salts Mill and Saltaire to a consortium of businessmen).  Sir James was another remarkable man, who had revived the fortunes of Salts Mill after it went into liquidation in 1892 and who contributed much to Saltaire's history.  (He later bought Haworth's Brontë Parsonage and bequeathed it to the nation.)  He outlived his four sons and the park is dedicated to one of them, Bertram Foster Roberts, who I believe died in 1912.

Eye of the Tiger

One of the undoubted benefits from the restoration of Saltaire's Roberts Park in 2010 was the creation of a large and well-equipped play area.  It caters not only for smaller children but for young teenagers too, having an area set aside for skateboarding and BMX bikes.  It is always packed full of youngsters and has obviously proved popular.  A curved wall provides some separation between the different activities, and this has been painted with eye-catching graffiti-style murals, including this magnificent tiger's eye.  Saltaire is full of surprises!

Secret Santa

Life is so full at the moment that I haven't even begun to think about Christmas.  I was a bit startled therefore to notice this cheery little fellow atop the steps leading to Saltaire's Visitor Information Centre.  Nice to know I don't have to go far to buy my charity Christmas cards this year though.  (And now I come to think of it, there's only one month to go... eek!  Better start thinking about it then...)

Longing

Spotted outside Salts Village Bakery and Tearooms on Saturday morning, this little dog looked as though it was longing for a cuppa.  Or at least to get into the warm fug inside, on what was quite a chilly, misty morning.

Fire and Ice

More pictures from Bradford's 'Fire and Ice' Spectacular...   The fire came in the shape of an towering robotic reflective metal sculpture with glowing lights - the Ice Queen - that glided along on wheels and emitted huge billows of flames.  Definitely spectacular!  I don't know what the children made of it.  I would have been terrified as a child, but today's kids seem to be made of stronger stuff.














The ice was a trail of attractive ice sculptures around the city centre, that told the story of a kind-hearted little angel who had no wings. Of course, she earned her wings in the end, though by the time the sculptor, Jamie Wardley, had finished carving the last block, the angel's wings were fast vanishing, melting on what was - for November - quite a warm day in the sheltered city centre.  Jamie, of 'Sand in Your Eye', is a local artist with an international reputation, who uses sand and ice for his work.  He made an amazing sand sculpture of Charles Darwin in Bradford two years ago, to mark the bicentenary of Darwin's birth.

Ice maidens

I don't know if other cities do the same thing, but Bradford usually has some kind of festivities in the city centre to mark the 'Grand Switching-on of the Christmas Lights'.  It always seems too early to me to be thinking about Christmas in mid-November, but I guess the shops need the trade, particularly at the moment.

This year's 'Spectacular' was on the theme of 'Fire and Ice' so I went along to see what it was all about.  These two young ladies were walking around on stilts, looking rather beautiful and mysterious.  I suppose they were Ice Maidens or Ice Queens.





 
I didn't stay for the show at dusk, when there was to be some kind of theatrical event and fireworks.  (Not much is allowed to come between me and my Saturday night viewing of the TV show 'Strictly Come Dancing'!)

The building behind the girls is Bradford's ornate City Hall, another beautiful building built in Italianate style.  Designed by Saltaire's architects, Lockwood and Mawson, it was opened in 1873, shortly after Saltaire was finished.

Love trees

Spotted this in London on one of my visits.  It was actually a sign meant to warn buses and high vehicles about overhanging tree branches - Low Trees -  but somebody had been quite creative in amending it.  Anyway... I do!

J'adore...

Mum and baby.  I'll let you gaze too....

Time flies...

It's a typical November day here - chilly, misty, a hint of watery sunshine every now and again. The trees have shed most of their leaves; it only needs a few days of wind for the rest to drop, but the air is very still. I've had one of those ordinary days, catching up on chores, a bit of shopping, a short walk - but it's been good and I am so thankful for 'ordinary'.

I don't know where the time is going at the moment....!  My last few posts were auto-posted as I've been in London for a few days giving my daughter some support.  Pleased to report that mum, dad and baby are all well and thriving.  I had forgotten just how much time and space a tiny baby commands, but she is adorable and getting less tiny by the day - 2.2 kg now (that's 4 lbs 13 oz).  I find I spend a lot of time just gazing at her.... even though my role was meant to be cooking, washing and generally keeping the home fires burning.  I did plenty of that, actually.

Arrived home to find my internet connection was up the spout and I've spent two days trying to figure it out. My ISP has tinkered about with the service to increase the broadband speed - and kindly sent me an email with an incorrect user-name to re-establish my connection.  Grrr.  Anyway, eventually got it sorted, to my relief.  I really hate being without it.  And that problem solved seems finally to have allowed me to relax, after quite a tense few weeks.  So I'm really enjoying my weekend.  I might even find time to visit a few blogs again, which I have sadly neglected to do.  Hope you have a lovely weekend too.

PS: My title reminded me of a punctuation puzzle my high school English teacher once gave us to do:

 time flies you cannot they pass much too quickly

It's that time of year...

It's that time of year again, where the nights are drawing in and it's getting dark when I leave work around 5pm.  I can never decide if I like it or not.  I like the blue dusk sky and I like seeing lights twinkling.  It feels good when I finally reach the cosiness of home after a brisk and often chilly walk.  Right now it's light when I leave for work in the mornings but in a week or two it will be dark then as well and that's what I dislike - never being at home in the daylight, except for at the weekends.  Opportunities for photography become more limited too.  This year I must get out with my tripod and take some more night scenes...

What with dashing up and down to and from London several times recently, being a doting grandmother ;-)  I am a bit short on scenic pictures.  (I am of course building up quite a stock of baby photos!)  I actually took this photo earlier this year...  Now they are building an orthodontics factory on the wasteland where I stood to take the picture, so the whole terrain is changing.   The buildings you can see are the old Victoria Mills, now converted into apartments, and one of the new blocks they have also built on the complex. (Click label below for more photos of Victoria Mills).

Let's have a butchers...

At one time Saltaire had shops on most of the street corners, but nowadays only a handful remain outside the main parades of Victoria Street and Gordon Terrace.  No 14 Katherine Street has always been a butcher's shop.  In 1974 it was taken over by Harry Hodgson and remains today in the care of his son Eric. At its peak, the shop had six full-time and two part-time staff and was open six days a week.  Now Eric does most of his business supplying restaurants, pubs and nursing homes and the shop only opens on Friday and Saturday mornings.  Apparently most of the difficulty stems from the huge burden of rules and regulation and the associated paperwork, much of it stemming from the foot and mouth crisis in UK in 2001/02 which resulted in increased regulation from our own government and the EU.  It's not to say that this regulation is unnecessary but it does present a large administrative burden that is particularly hard for a small business to carry.  I imagine that the shop will one day close completely, perhaps when Eric chooses to retire, but it will be a loss for the village and its history.  I'm fond of the rather endearing signage and hope that stays even when the shop is gone!

By the way, many of you will know that 'To have a butchers (hook)' is Cockney rhyming slang for 'To have a look'.  Not very Yorkshire, for sure, but it seemed a good title!

A Penny for Going

I don't remember if I mentioned it at the time but a few weeks ago I went to a meeting of the Saltaire History Club, at which two new books related to Saltaire were introduced.  I (of course) bought them both and have started reading this one: 'A Penny for Going' by Roger Clarke.  It recounts Saltaire's history through its shops and shopkeepers, and reflects on how changes in society since the mid 1800s have been mirrored in the changes to the number and type of shops in and around the village.  There used to be many more shops than there are now and at one time Saltaire could supply pretty much everything a family needed from within the village.  Not so now, when we go further afield to supermarkets, the city centres and retail parks for life's basic necessities - and the village's shops are by and large supplying the needs of visitors and tourists for snacks, gifts and luxury products.

The author, Roger Clarke, is a well-respected local historian, tour guide and writer who makes a huge contribution to Saltaire through his knowledge of its past and his enthusiasm for its present.  All proceeds from the sale of the book are being donated to Saltaire United Reformed Church.

A peal appeal

The November edition of Saltaire's village magazine, Saltaire Sentinel, carries an appeal for new bell-ringers to join the team at the historic Saltaire United Reformed Church.  Ringing practice is on Monday evenings at 7pm and those interested are invited to come to the tower on a practice night to see what the role involves.

Saltaire's Congregational Church (now the URC) was opened in 1859 but it was not until 1870 that bells were hung in the tower, in accordance with Sir Titus Salt's original intentions.  Made in Birmingham at a cost of £300, there were six bells, hung so as to enable traditional English Change Ringing.  (The world of bell-ringing is wonderfully historic and full of arcane terminology.  I tried it myself when I was at university, just out of interest.  I had a great uncle who was a bell-ringer at Newark Parish Church so maybe it's in my blood.)  Bells are very rare in non-conformist churches but they were happily accepted by Saltaire's residents.

It is believed that the original bells were rung for the last time in 1918, for the signing of the Armistice at the end of the 1st World War.  By then they had realised that the tower was not strong enough to support the stress involved in ringing.  The bells were later scrapped, for a value of £85.

Jonathan Silver, the entrepreneur who rescued Saltaire in the 1980s, sadly died in 1997.  His widow, Maggie, chose to provide a new set of bells for the church as a memorial to Jonathan.  The tower was strengthened and bells cast in Holland, this time costing £30,000, were installed in 2003.  They were rung for the first time in September 2003 to commemorate the 200th anniversary of Sir Titus Salt's birth and the 150th anniversary of the opening of Salts Mill.  Again the village has almost universally welcomed them (though wooden baffles were added in the tower to make life easier for the residents of Albert Terrace whose homes directly face the church).  I love to hear them ringing to call people to church on Sunday mornings and for weddings and special occasions.

(Information largely gathered from Saltaire URC's own guide book.)

Sepia Saturday tribute

For several years I have been delighting in the writings of Alan Burnett, another Yorkshire blogger, whose primary blog is 'News from Nowhere'.  I know I'm not the only one who thoroughly enjoys the eclectic, thought-provoking and amusing fare on offer there.  He also hosts 'Sepia Saturday' together with Kat Mortenson ('Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes') - which provides an opportunity for bloggers to share their history through photographs.  I've much enjoyed reading the offerings but have never joined in.  Actually I don't have that many old photos and need to wait for retirement (ha!) to find time to scan those I do have.  However, as this weekend is the 100th Sepia Saturday and therefore something of a milestone worth celebrating, I have dug deep ....

Since grandparenting is ever on my mind these days, I am sharing this photo.  Dated February 1953, it was taken at the wedding of my maternal grandfather. (His smart three-piece suit and her real fur coat perhaps demonstrate that this was a very special occasion.)  Grandad's first wife, my mother's mother, sadly died in her early 50s, before I was born.  Some time later he married again, to his first wife's sister, my great aunt Alice.  The child in the photo is.... me!  (At just eight months old I was probably as chubby as I've ever been!)  So Grandad and Aunt Alice were my much-loved grandparents.  I have to say that Aunt Alice loved me as much, I am sure, as my 'real' grandmother would have done.  I remember happy times spent with them, pottering around their little terraced house or playing outside in their back garden.  Grandad had been a miner and suffered terribly from asthma and emphysema, so he couldn't run around much but nevertheless they found ways of amusing me as a child.  Aunt Alice had a pretty musical box, like a Swiss chalet, that played 'La Vie en Rose' when the roof was lifted - such a delight to be allowed to play with it.  I have so many good memories (of both sets of grandparents in fact) and count myself very blessed to have had the security of their love and attention.  Grandparent-grandchild is a special relationship.  I only hope I can be the same source of blessing to my new granddaughter, as I'm sure she will be to me.

Autumn reflections

At the far edge of Hirst Woods, just outside Saltaire, there is a point where the River Aire curves round and passes underneath the Leeds-Liverpool Canal, which flows over the Dowley Gap Aqueduct.  I took this photo not far from there, enjoying the way the bright patches of autumn colour were reflected in the river.  I had a bit of a muddy scramble down the bank to get it!

It's my entry this week into Weekend Reflections, hosted here.  Please follow the link to discover the other entries this week.  There are always some amazing interpretations of the Reflections theme.

Tree hugs

"The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

A majestic old beech tree in Hirst Woods glows softly in the afternoon sunshine...  I love these woods in the spring, when the green leaves are fresh and hazy and there are swathes of bluebells, but I love it too in the autumn.  The sunlight slants gold through the canopy and underfoot the dry leaves and beech mast crunch with every step.  It thrills me to live within a fifteen minute walk of this patch of ancient woodland, so familiar and yet always new.  I can lose myself walking there, lose my petty preoccupations and concerns.  The power of trees to soothe and uplift is awesome.  Just like being hugged!

Corner kick

Because there are playing fields between the River Aire and the Leeds-Liverpool Canal in Saltaire, a walk along the towpath can be enlivened - depending on whether it's summer or winter - by watching a game of cricket or football (soccer).  On Sunday it was the turn of the footballers and Salts FC (in the yellow and blue strip) were playing Elland Sports in the County Cup.  Although, at the time I was passing, the away team often seemed to have the upper hand, in fact the overall result was a 2-1 victory for the home side. Hooray!  On the other pitch behind the adults, Shipley Juniors were also having a lively game.

Salts FC has a long history, from the 1920s when Salts (Saltaire) Ltd bought back land from Shipley Council and developed the playing fields, with sections for tennis, crown green bowls, cricket and football, all of which still prosper.  Salts (Saltaire) Cricket Club is distinct from the older Saltaire Cricket Club that plays in Roberts Park.  A clubhouse built in 1937 still survives and provides a focal point for social activities.

Saltaire Farmers' Market

For several years now, Saltaire has had a Farmers' Market on the Caroline Street car park.  It's held on the third Saturday every month and sells a range of local and home made produce - seasonal organic fruit and vegetables, meat and sausages, cheeses, pickles, bread, eggs, honey, jams and preserves, flowers and herbs. Sadly the size of the market has steadily diminished and I believe its future is under review by the local Council who organise it.

It's such a great idea but I personally harbour a lot of guilt that I don't actually use it much - even though I believe it is A Good Thing.  Why don't I?  Well, for a start I can never remember which Saturday it's open and by the time I'm up and out on a Saturday, they tend to be packing up! From that point of view I'm sure it would do better if it were a weekly market.  For another thing, it's not especially cheap... sure, you get what you pay for in terms of quality but I do have to watch my budget.  Thirdly there's only me, so I don't have a large weekly shop and some of the stuff it sells I hardly ever eat (meat, bread [ie: wheat], preserves, pickles).  There is a regular (ordinary) market not far away in Shipley and a big supermarket too, so convenient.  I tend to shop on a Friday night to leave the weekend free and like to plan my menus, rather than just going along to 'see what they have this week'. I know, I ought to make the effort.  Despite my non-patronage, I do hope the Farmers' Market continues and grows stronger.  Ventures like that 'fit' with Saltaire somehow and ought to be a good thing for the village as a whole.

The first leaves of autumn

Saltaire Connected

Had a really interesting evening at the Caroline Street Social Club last Tuesday at the 'Saltaire Connected' event.  Organised by the Saltaire Village Society, it was an opportunity for those involved with groups and events in and around Saltaire to get together and share information.   Each group had a few minutes to say a little about their work and interests and then there was plenty of time to circulate, chat, gather information and make contacts.  It's amazing how much is going on in this small area - and wonderful to see the range of interests people have and how passionate and committed people are, both to their particular activity and to the village as a community.  Most encouraging.

I was fortunate to be able to take this photo of Mrs Ellin Dooley having a friendly chat with an alpaca.  Mrs Dooley is one of the costumed guides who takes tour groups around Saltaire on 'Salts Walks'.  A down-to-earth character with a large family and a generous nature, she always has lots of gossip to share. She is played by Maria Glot, who lives in Saltaire and has been involved in tourism for many years. Maria's fund of facts, myths and entertaining anecdotes really brings Saltaire's history to life (if not always completely accurately!)

Vintage

Well dear friends, you only have yourselves to blame for this!  You asked to see some of the ensembles I wore for the recent Vintage Fashion Show, so here they are:  a silky top embellished with beads and embroidery (Next) and a very beautiful lace dress and jacket (Florentyna Dawn) which made me look decidedly 'mother of the bride'.  I also wore a pale pink chiffon evening dress, a brown suedette trouser suit and a slinky bias-cut silk dress.  It was actually all more fun than I imagined.  No-one took it too seriously and I didn't feel as self-conscious as I expected, walking down the red carpet.  Maybe I could get used to that kind of attention!

The event, as I said before, was to raise funds for a local Christian charity, the Zephaniah Trust, that does good work with children and young people in schools and youth clubs.  I am pleased to say that over £1,400.00 was raised - a good evening's work.  Congratulations to all those involved and special thanks to Julie at Zeph Trust and Heidi, our own church youth worker, who both worked extremely hard for weeks to organise the event.

(Photos taken by Steve Rayner and used with permission.)

Pink

 

Since I became grandmother to a baby granddaughter it seems like I've started seeing pink everywhere!

How should we remember?

Related to my musings the other week on the subject of great men, there have been several calls for some kind of memorial to Jonathan Silver, the entrepreneur whose vision in the 1980s was the saving of Salts Mill and Saltaire.  It's an interesting debate, isn't it, whether people should be remembered in a statue or simply by the legacy of their activities.  Sir Titus Salt has both - Saltaire itself and (several) statues and busts dotted around the place.  Some were unveiled whilst he was still alive, others posthumously.

The statue above stands in the High Street in Skipton.  Erected in 1888, it shows Sir Mathew Wilson (1802-1891), 1st baronet of Eshton Hall Gargrave, a local landowner, Liberal politician and the longest-serving magistrate in Skipton's history.  He became a JP at 22 and served until he was 88.  Apparently there was some controversy over the statue, which was paid for by his friends.  It was applauded by the local Liberal-leaning newspaper as 'a work of art fit to grace any street in the land' but derided by the rival paper who declared it 'a passable likeness of the old gentleman, who seems to be perched atop a gravestone'.  Despite the rancour, Sir Mathew himself attended the unveiling.

I think I would prefer to be remembered for the library in the background, built with money donated by the Scottish-American businessman and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie.  It was opened in 1910 by Sir Mathew Amcotts Wilson (4th baronet).

Holy Trinity Church, Skipton

Skipton's Holy Trinity Church stands in a prime position at the top of the High Street, just in front of the castle.  A church has stood on the site since the 1100s but the present church has been altered and repaired many times over the years.  It still moves with the times.  I had a very tasty lunch in the Refectory - homemade butternut squash and red pepper soup.  I have learned that where a local church serves meals or snacks it is well worth trying - usually very reasonably priced, excellent quality and served by friendly folk - with the bonus that their profits usually go to support the church or to charity.

Serene green

I've mentioned before that there is a lovely walk from Skipton town centre, up along the Springs (or Thanet) Canal, behind the castle and up into Skipton woods.  It was especially nice to walk there in the dappled shade on what was quite a hot day.  The branch canal, built to load limestone from local quarries to take down to the cities of Leeds and Bradford, is only half a mile long.  Beyond that the walk passes between a natural stream known as Eller Beck and a channel that carries water from a mill pond (just visible in the background of my photo), which I think used to power a sawmill and corn mill near Skipton Castle.  The woods are alive with birds.  I once saw a kingfisher up here - but sadly it wasn't apparent on this recent walk.

Of course, the leaves will now be looking much more golden and autumnal - but let's enjoy that brief 'Indian summer' (only a month ago) while we can!

Rock'n'roll

I could spend all day watching the reflections on the canal, especially when there are a few narrowboats bringing some good colour.  I spotted this pattern alongside the moorings in Skipton.  The red blobs were moving mesmerisingly from right to left in a continuous stream, like some kind of lava lamp on speed.  I only had my small camera with me so it was tricky - with the shutter-lag - to catch the pattern.  This was the best of four or five efforts.  It said 'rock and roll' to me (though you'll have to imagine the rolling effect of the water).

Disembarking

As I'm sure you'll understand, I haven't had much time or inclination for taking photos in the last couple of weeks, so I'm falling back on a short series I took a few weeks ago, during that brief "Indian summer" we had.  I took a trip up the valley to the little market town of Skipton.  The place was full of people (mainly retirees) enjoying the sunshine - and what better way to do that than a trip on a boat up the canal and back.  These people were just disembarking and there was a queue of folks waiting to replace them.  I think the late summer weather must have been a wonderful bonus for those who make their living from tourism.

The canal basin is always a busy, colourful spot.  The old canalside buildings have been successfully adapted into shops and restaurants.  They have retained some of the original features, like the big wooden hoists that at one time were used to winch cargo from the holds of the canal barges.

For more photos of Skipton please click the label below.

The times they are a-changin...

'Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.'  Albert Camus

I haven't had much time or space to look out at the world this last week, but it seems suddenly to be fully autumn here.  The sun makes everything shine gold.  Autumn can seem like a time of endings, of harvest, with a sense of 'drawing in' - and there is a lot of cosy pleasure in that.  But for me it has always felt like a time of new beginnings too.  Maybe that has its origins in it being the start of a new school year - new teachers, new classes, new books. I used to love getting new exercise books with their clean, blank pages.  It's a long time since I was in school (!) but that promise of potential has never gone away.  This year of course - and suddenly - I have real potential to enjoy in my tiny granddaughter's new life.

I am happy to report that my daughter has been allowed home, though now she has a long commute to the hospital every day which will be tiring for her.   The baby seems to be thriving, snuggled in her incubator; each day brings a small step of progress.  I am just so thankful - and especially so when I heard tonight on the news about the two-week old baby, her mum and grandma pulled from the wreckage of their home days after the Turkish earthquake.  My heart goes out to them.

I've used this photo on my blog before but it's one of my favourites for this season.  I took it in my local woods, Hirst Woods.  So sorry that I haven't been visiting or commenting on your blogs lately.  I will catch up one day, I'm sure.

Surprise!

As Margaret Thatcher so famously reported some years ago: "We are a grandmother"! 

Elodie Grace was born by Caesarian section on Tuesday 18 October at about 4pm.  After my visit last Sunday, my daughter became increasingly unwell and it was clear by Tuesday that they would have to deliver the baby quickly.  I got on a train for the 3+ hours trip and arrived at the hospital just about the same time as my granddaughter was delivered.  She is almost 8 weeks early, weighs only about 3lb (1.4 kilos) but is breathing unaided and seems healthy.  My daughter's blood pressure is still not stabilised but she is improving and she has been taken in a wheelchair to visit Elodie several times now.

I stayed with them all until Thursday evening and then felt confident that I could safely leave them; they are in good hands.  The hospital staff have been fantastic and my son-in-law has been amazing (as indeed has my daughter herself).

I hope to go down again when my daughter is discharged from the hospital.  I imagine the baby will have to stay in for a few weeks, until she gets a bit bigger.  Because of infection control measures, only the parents themselves are allowed into the Special Baby Care Unit so I will have to be content with photos for now. (This one was taken by my son in law.)  But isn't she beautiful?

It has been a worrying few days.  I am thankful for her safe delivery and pray that both my lovely girls continue to recover well and my son-in-law finds the strength and energy he needs to support them both.

Many thanks for all your encouraging comments.  Premature babies are by no means uncommon and it is so heartening to read that others have gone through similar things and thrived.  I won't be giving too many updates on my blog as it isn't really a personal journal, but I imagine that some snippets of grandmotherhood will find their way onto here!  It will be quite an adventure....

Look up ...

As a founder member of the Victorian Society, the poet Sir John Betjeman ought to be happy to be on the Saltaire blog!  The statue, as I'm sure you know, is not in Saltaire, but proudly stands in London's St Pancras International Station, which in the past he lobbied to save.  It's a sculpture by Martin Jennings and I love it.  It has such a sense of presence, life and lightness even though it's cast in bronze.

I have to confess I don't know many Betjeman quotes and none that seemed apt here.  But the way he's looking up reminds me of a little prayer card I have that simply says: "Look up when you're feeling down".  Wise words.

Anticipation...

Made an unscheduled day-trip to London on Sunday.... There are signs that the city is anticipating the Olympics in 2012.  The Olympic rings hand proudly in St Pancras Station, ready to welcome our European visitors as they disembark from the Eurostar train.  I tried every which way to get the clock properly in the red circle but there's a wide stairwell in the way and I couldn't get any higher or further to the left so this is my best effort!

My daughter, whose baby was due in early December, is unfortunately in hospital at the moment, with some complications.  Hence the flying visit, to lend moral support.  She is not feeling particularly unwell, but they are carefully monitoring the baby's progress and it looks very much like she may have to have an early Caesarean delivery, perhaps as soon as next week.   We are all inevitably a bit anxious, but the sense of anticipation is growing....  I'm sad that she is being cheated of those last few weeks of preparation, both physical and emotional, and we won't have our planned shopping trip together to buy baby things, at least not this side of the birth.  But all that matters is that she and the baby stay safe and healthy.

The Book Barge

Two things to intrigue me in Saltaire on Friday... the old car I showed yesterday and this narrowboat.  The ice-cream boat has disappeared from its mooring on the canal.  I suppose the weather is getting a bit too autumnal for anyone to want ice-cream.  Last winter it remained moored there but was vandalised, so perhaps they have decided not to risk that this winter.  Anyway, in its place was The Book Barge, doing exactly what that suggests - selling books.  And - isn't Google marvellous? - I have found out all about it here.  If you read their blog here you'll discover they had quite an adventure on the way to Saltaire.  Unfortunately I didn't have time to hang round in Saltaire on Friday to chat to them - but if the barge stays around for a few days, I'll see what I can do.  Meantime, we can enjoy the thought of people doing innovative things on boats - hooray! - and also make the most of the lovely autumn colours in Roberts Park, all golden in the evening sunshine.

A quick snap!

As it was such a pleasant sunny evening when I left work (a welcome change from the incessant drizzle we've had for days) I walked the long way home tonight, along the canal and up Victoria Road.  I was just in time to see this lovely old car, doing a U-turn outside Salts Mill.  I had my compact camera in my bag so I snatched it out and caught this very quick snap.  I have no idea what kind of car it was - it was round and off almost before I had registered it properly.  I did note that it was a left-hand drive model, unusual in this country.  But isn't it gorgeous in that cream and red livery?  Somehow, it looked entirely at home, there on the cobbles in front of the old mill buildings.

Fund raiser

When I joined St Peter's Church in Shipley, quite a few years ago now, I had not expected the upturn in my social life that quickly followed!  There's always something going on: regular meetings of all sorts (including the Photography Group that I belong to) and numerous one-off events.  One of my friends recently offered to get me a ticket for a charity fund-raising evening.... another Vintage Fashion Show.  The next thing I knew, I had been persuaded into being a model for the event. (They obviously needed some vintage models to go with the clothes....)

Last night was a 'trying-on' session - rather fun, sorting through piles of clothes to see what would fit and look 'cat-walk appropriate'.  I have ended up with five different outfits, so I will have to manage some quick changes.  I have to say that vintage is not something I generally buy (apart from the items I own that have become vintage!) but it is interesting trying shapes and colours you perhaps wouldn't normally be drawn to.   All I need to do now is practise that model walk!

The show is this Saturday 15 October at 7pm and it's in a good cause, raising funds for The Zephaniah Trust, a local Christian organisation working with children, mainly within Bradford's schools, using creative means to communicate the love of God in simple but effective ways.

Saltaire's Winter Bandstand

Throughout the summer, there is a regular programme of music on Sunday afternoons in the bandstand in Roberts Park - an  electic mix of big and small bands, choirs, jazz, folk...  It's very pleasant to laze and listen.  This year, the Caroline Street Social Club has arranged to continue the music throughout the winter.  Every second Sunday of the month, the Club is hosting a free concert from 2-4pm.  The first was this last Sunday, so I went along just to see what it was like ... and I was very glad I did.  The bar is open, so you can enjoy anything from Saltaire Blonde through diet Coke (me) to tea or coffee (at very reasonable prices).  The audience was small but appreciative and the atmosphere very genuine and friendly.

The performers this time were four young jazz musicians from the Leeds College of Music: Ben Powling - sax, George Birkett - guitar/leader, Sam Dutton-Taylor - bass and Finn Booth - drums.  Now, to be honest, I don't know that much about jazz but I did enjoy the concert.  It was obvious that they were individually very talented and I enjoyed watching the way they they worked together, very sensitive and responsive to each other and to their music.  I do love watching people engaged in doing what they love.  And I liked the way that jazz can be enjoyed as a kind of wave flowing over and through you or in a more focussed way, concentrating and watching.   I took along the Sunday paper, got myself a drink from the bar and relaxed into their music, sometimes paying attention, sometimes letting myself drift.  A good way to spend a wet and windy Sunday afternoon.  I shall do it again.  Thanks guys.

The concerts through til Christmas are:
13th November - Arcomnia / The Broken Hearts Club
11th December - The Delvaux

and they continue monthly until 13th May.  So if you live in or near Saltaire, get yourself down here, enjoy the music and support our local Club.

Departures

No comment..  (Except to stress that this is not my clothing!)

Nostalgia

A few weeks ago, Martin at 'Square Sunshine', one of my favourite blogs, wrote a thoughtful little piece about the power of the place where you were born, how it can soothe and calm one's soul.  I hope he won't mind me quoting from it: "Years ago, I unconsciously planted my flags of reminder. They still fluttered in the lanes and cast shadows on the flint.... There can be only one true place where my body and soul feel perfectly at ease. It's a force of attraction that's impossible for me to deny, an invisible, unbreakable tie that holds me fast as the world changes around and about. It may not be where I live, but it's home all the same."

Well, that (though I could never have expressed it so poetically) is exactly how I feel about north
Nottinghamshire.  Whenever I go back and see again the mellow old brick - so different from Saltaire where I live now - and the little alleyways between the houses, I am transported back to the comfort of my childhood.  I had a great aunt and uncle (on my mother's side) who lived in Southwell, in a red-brick terraced cottage across the fields from the Minster.  Whether it was the attraction of their dog, a wire-haired fox terrier; the fact that they still had an outside loo across the yard or the quaintly old-fashioned cottage with its real fire, rag rugs and three flying plaster ducks on the wall, I don't know - but I loved to visit them when I was a child.  Uncle Jim was over 100 when he died and Auntie Hilda was 97.  I'm glad I knew them.

The Southwell yard above is not the one where they lived but it reminded me of it.

A doll's house and a cooking apple

Southwell itself is an attractive little town, full of fine Georgian and Regency buildings (1700s - early 1800s) like this house on Church Street, opposite the Minster.  It reminds me of a doll's house, so symmetrical - you almost feel you could unhook the front wall and start re-arranging the furniture inside!

The town also prides itself as the birthplace of the Bramley cooking apple.  The story goes that sometime between 1809 and 1815, a young woman named Mary Ann Brailsford grew an apple tree seedling from a pip from an apple grown on a tree at the bottom of her garden.   The seedling went on to produce good fruit and in 1837 the house's then occupier, Matthew Bramley allowed a local gardener, Henry Merryweather, to take cuttings and register it as the Bramley Seedling.

Detail in stone and wood

I loved the textures of the stone pillars and carved wood of the main door into Southwell Minster. The pattern on the wood was almost like quilting. I think if I was a knitter (which I'm not) this might inspire me into creating a chunky scarf or jumper!  It reminds me of an Aran pattern.

Glowing

I was enthralled by the patterns of light cast by the stained glass windows upon the honey-coloured stone floor inside Southwell Minster.  You weren't supposed to take photos without a permit but I couldn't resist balancing my camera on a handy chair and taking a quick snap.

I am deeply saddened by the news of the death of Apple founder Steve Jobs at the age of 56.  I have always used Apple computers, even from the earliest days and my current iMac is probably my most treasured possession.  His vision and drive to innovate have touched all our lives.  Isn't it sad that so often it seems that those with the most talent die young?  One wonders what they might have achieved with a longer life.... Sir Titus Salt himself was 50 when he built Saltaire and gave leadership to it for another 20 odd years.  In contrast, his son Titus Jnr ( a great innovator) died at 44.  Jonathan Silver, the entrepreneur whose vision and drive saved Salts Mill (and thus Saltaire) in 1987, died ten years later at the age of 47.  Great men, all of them.

Southwell Minster

I'm a bit late in posting this next series of photos, taken when I went down to visit my mother over the August Bank Holiday weekend.  It's always good to go back 'home'.  I tend to forget how attractive much of the Nottinghamshire countryside is.

One of the jewels in its crown is this wonderful old minster church in Southwell (pronounced by the locals as Suth'll) - the Cathedral and Parish Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary.  It stands on the site of a Roman villa and an Anglo-Saxon church.  The present building was begun in 1108 so in parts it is over 900 years old.  It's a lovely solid church, grand, with huge Norman arches inside, but also intimate in feel.  Its lead-covered 'pepperpot' towers are unique in England.

We went to see an exhibition of landscape photography in the Minster - 'Masters of Vision' - which was well worth the visit.  The photographs, by a number of 'emerging' British photographers - were rich and varied, from virtual abstracts to almost chocolate-box perfection.  Looking at other photographers' work both inspires and slightly intimidates me!  It's plain to see that technical excellence, a great eye for composition and sheer good fortune with the lighting conditions all play their part in making great photos.  We can learn the first two with a bit of effort, but when all three come together... well, I think it's the quest for those moments that makes photography such a seductive endeavour for me.

Summer's last gasp

The lovely weather is slowly ebbing away, with rain and cooler air moving in from the north.  At this time of year, an Indian summer was never going to last long.  It's the last chance to enjoy summer's colour and brightness, as we move into the gentle mists and russets of autumn.  I took this photo a couple of weeks ago.  Even in the short time since then, the tubs and hanging baskets have drooped and died.

You can tell from the photo that this house, whilst in Saltaire, is not in the conservation area of the village.  It has a uPVC window frame and door.  That is definitely not allowed throughout most of the village as the houses are 'Grade II listed' and subject to stringent planning regulations.  But there is an area of land that was not developed by Sir Titus Salt as part of the village masterplan.  Under the leadership of Titus Salt Jnr, the governors of the Salts School built a new building (now known as the 'Exhibition Building' and forming part of Shipley College) to cater for Arts and Science.  They hoped to recoup the cost by staging a huge exhibition as part of Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee in 1887.   The new building and the twelve acres of land surrounding it were used for trade stands, concert halls and all manner of exciting activities, including a 'pleasure ground' of rides and stalls.  When the exhibition was dismantled the land was sold for housing, so these houses behind the Exhibition Building are dated later than the rest of Saltaire, are different in design and style and are not included in the World Heritage Site.

Sunday

'The Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him.'        

Habbakuk 2:20

Early morning sunshine lights up Saltaire's United Reformed Church.

Peace

It's officially autumn but, after a disappointing summer, the UK is experiencing a brief but glorious "Indian summer" (why is it called that, I wonder?) of sunny and hot weather.  Perverse!  But we are all making the most of it.  The early mornings have been wonderful: misty and still, with that sense of anticipation in the air that I tend to associate only with holidays in the Mediterranean.  I took a day off on Thursday to enjoy it but I had to go in to work yesterday.  Choosing to walk the long way round by the canal, I was rewarded with this beautiful scene.  OK, it's an industrial unit at the back of Salts Mill but the light made it look rather special.  And it was all so peaceful.

PS: Do you think the BBC reads my blog?  They've helpfully answered my question about 'Indian summer' here.... and interestingly the answer relates to North American Indians and not, as I would have thought, India.