Category Archives: Britain now & then

Us and them

‘Yeah, all right,’ I said, to a cheeky young lad, The lad was standing outside Cartwright Hall. Which is in Lister Park. Which is on the edge of Manningham, in Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’d been avoiding real world issues for … Continue reading

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Say, ‘cheese’

I don’t. Say, ‘cheese.’ I ask people to say, ‘sausages,’ if I’m taking a posed picture. It makes them giggle, look at each other, appear more interesting. I prefer people pictures when they’re odd, casual, quirky. Catching an elusive moment. … Continue reading

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Who was Sylvia?

The acrid scent of turmeric prickles tourist noses, where once sooty coal smoke settled in workers’ lungs. Grey clouds loom over lofty moors, threatening afternoon rain. People mill through the lunching hours, questing quinoa, gorging on gluten-free cakes. Hebden Bridge. … Continue reading

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Supermodel, with Balls

It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading

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Catching no worms

I’m not an early bird, I said, as I bid a fond farewell to three women, strangers to me before last Friday. They were planning an early walk, today, before leaving the place we’re all staying. It wasn’t just the … Continue reading

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Butterfly kisses

As afternoon mellowed to evening, a skittish east wind began to play. And with it, the unmistakable smell of smoke made its now-nightly debut. It seems some people get a kick from lighting fires on our tinder-dry moorlands and natural … Continue reading

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A couple of months in the ups and downs

An old English folk song inspired the title. And to cheer you into this largely pictorial post here it is, sung by Steeleye Span. Those ups and downs are NOT the kind I’m referring to – I’ve never asked a … Continue reading

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