Happier days, when social distancing was all about getting your deck chair as near as possible to your loved ones. Times when faces weren't covered, but head were. Eras when a tracking app was nothing more than a core left on a railway line.
At some stage in the late 1960s, large sections of the bottom end of Halifax were demolished. These were the streets that ran from Market Street, down to the appropriately named Winding Road. They are etched into my youthful memory - longer, grander, greater than they undoubtedly were - but their names are largely lost … Continue reading Go To Gaol