They loved churches and chapels in these parts. In the nineteenth century, every street corner or half-empty plot became potentially sacred ground – if it hadn’t been occupied by a beerhouse already. The churches and chapels they built were often grand affairs, signalling piety without recourse to subtlety. And when the praying stopped, other uses for the stone-built citadels had to be found. This fine nineteenth century Congregational church at Bridge End in Brighouse, first of all became a sports club. And when the sporting stopped, it became apartments.
Monthly Archives: April 2020
In the days of black and white,
In total love I fell, and
We’d walk the streets all day and night,
By the cocoa sheds of Elland.
(With sincere apologies to John Betjeman)