Monthly Archives: June 2020

Gladys

My mother, Gladys, on a motorbike in the 1930s. The pencilled caption on the back says it’s my mother, and the photograph was taken in Lancaster. The album it comes from is one of my mothers. It looks like my mother. My software’s facial recognition confirms it is my mother. But my mother, astride a powerful motorbike, young, without the cares of family: it is all so difficult to take in.

Faded Pleasure

By the 1960s, all that was left of the once magnificent Sunny Vale Pleasure Gardens was a Go-Kart track, a rubbish-filled lake and a host of memories. There were two lakes – Victoria and Alexandra – and I am not sure which this one – I captured in this photo from the late 1960s – was.  I can just about remember going to the gardens in the late 1950s, and by then their glory was very much faded. It is hard to imagine that this forgotten little valley, hidden away behind Hipperholme Cross Roads, was once one of the premier northern leisure resorts of Edwardian England.