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The Iconic R

The iconic “R” – the trademark of Ramsden’s Brewery – still graces many a pub window in the Halifax area. The setting sunlight illuminating its stained glass presence had an almost mystical significance for many acolytes of Old Tom and Stone Trough Ales. Ramsden’s Brewery and its beers are long gone, but the R still adorns many an inn and […]

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The Line Out Of Town

The railway line out of Halifax, heading north-east, dodging around the mills and factories, plunging under Beacon Hill. It’s a line I took out of town a couple of years before I took this photograph in 1970, a line I have taken back into the town I will always call home on many subsequent occasions.

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Monochrome Valley

This is an illustration from a book I have yet to write, which – in my own mind, at least – is entitled “Monochrome Valley“.  It shows Bank Bottom in Halifax in the early 1970s. Square Church spire and  Halifax Parish Church fight to be seen through the industrial smoke. I have a feeling that I took this photograph from […]

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The Tower On The Rocks

This strange little vintage postcard has an awful lot of white border and a somewhat anonymous rural scene, that could be here, there or almost anywhere. It only becomes of interest when the message on the reverse is read. It is addressed to Stanley Nunn Esq of Mandeville Road, Enfield in North London. You need to stand on your head […]

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Lunevale

It is my birthday today, so it is a perfect excuse for a birthday selfie. This photograph – and no, it is not a selfie – must have been taken almost sixty years ago, and I am pictured on the brow of the appropriately named Lunevale, which was the ferry that ran from Fleetwood to Knott End. it was all a […]

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Fowler’s Album

My interest in vintage postcards started sixty or more years ago when, as a child, I would be taken to visit my mother’s Uncle Fowler. Whilst the grown-ups talked, I would look through the album of old picture postcards he had. When he died, the album came to my mother, who – knowing my interest in it – passed it […]

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