The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 4 The Albion Inn

We often think of our towns and villages growing organically, like some garden bloom, starting with a bud and then slowly expanding around the edges to become the finely crafted communities that we know today. But it didn't happen like that, it never does. Towns grow in fits and starts, first this way and then … Continue reading The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 4 The Albion Inn

The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 3 The Vulcan Inn

Few people wander around the Birds Royd Lane area of Brighouse these days unless they work in one of the industrial units or unless they took a wrong turning whilst searching for somewhere better. There are a few houses left, but not many. One or two old stone-built mills and warehouses appear to have been … Continue reading The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 3 The Vulcan Inn

The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 2 The Ring O’ Bells

Living in an age where insurance groups and utility companies change their names with alarming frequency, we tend to think of the practice of re-branding as a modern one. However, amongst the dusty annals of the pubs of Brighouse there are many examples of tactical rebranding, some of them reaching far back into the nineteenth … Continue reading The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No. 2 The Ring O’ Bells

The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No 1. The Duke Of York

For those who don't know the area, you can think of Brighouse and Rastrick as the Budapest of the Calder Valley. To the north of the River Calder stands the town of Brighouse; busy, somewhat full of itself with its municipal buildings and self-righteous chapels. To the south of the river stands the older parish … Continue reading The Lost Pubs Of Brighouse : No 1. The Duke Of York

Message To My Wife

At first I thought that this was one of the hundreds of lost and abandoned old photographs that I provide a home for. They live in boxes and cases, they hang in filing cabinets and folders; they create a hazard to anyone trying to navigate their way through my office. Every so often I reach … Continue reading Message To My Wife

The Day Of The Parade

We all have different ways of occupying ourselves during the Great Lockdown; things we can do that will take our minds off the challenges and dangers that lurk outside the confines of our own houses. As will be obvious to anyone who visits these pages on a regular basis, my own particular approach is to … Continue reading The Day Of The Parade

Consider The Journey

Consider the journey if you will - from a photographic studio in Crefeld in the late 19th century to a box at the end of my desk ....

Bottled Beer And Serial Bankruptcies

The last photo from this strip of six negatives focuses on something which was just visible in the previous image: the monumental end wall of the Old Lane Inn. There must be collective memories out there about this Halifax pub, but the written record is limited to the sad listing of the bankruptcies and liquidations … Continue reading Bottled Beer And Serial Bankruptcies

Between Smoke And Soot

Old Lane And Dean Clough, Halifax (c1970) There was a greyness about Halifax back in those days: fifty or more shades between smoke and soot. But it was honest, hard-worked muck - nowt to be ashamed of.