I reach into an old box of 35mm colour slides and pull out three random slides for scanning, all of which date from the 1960s. The first was taken in the Autumn of 1968 and shows my bedroom at Fircroft College in Birmingham complete with Cuban posters and a picture of Karl Marx that was a constant feature of the […]
A walk around Sheffield, thirty years ago courtesy of a strip of negatives I scanned today. The River Don from Lady’s Bridge, with the old Exchange Brewery on the left hand side. Until 1961, the brewery was owned by Tennants, who then became part of the Whitbread empire. These days all traces of the brewery are gone, other than the […]
I took this photograph over fifty years ago at the Halifax Charity Gala. Even though it was the infamous “swinging sixties”; times were simpler then, and high-tech entertainment consisted of a hardboard bowing alley and some half drainpipes.
It was the early 1980s: a time when Arthur Scargill was King and the NUM believed it was invincible. I took this shot at a Yorkshire Miners’ Gala as preparations were being made for Arthur to speak.
All I have about this old negative from my collection is the hint of a caption which is “Back Street, Halifax”; and even this I suspect I invented 20 years after taking the picture. This makes it about as reliable as stories of Robin Hood written in the 19th century.
Orgreave Coking Plant was like a working industrial sculpture that greeted visitors to the city as they drove along the Parkway from the M1. A couple of years after I took this photograph it became famous as the site of the famous Battle of Orgreave during the Miner’s strike. Within ten years it had been demolished and the site cleared […]
1698 : Ten From The Archives 10 : Headscarves And Boiled Sweets HALIFAX BOROUGH MARKET (c.1967) One of my early photographs – this one was taken in Halifax Market more than fifty years ago. It was an age of headscarves and handbags, biscuit boxes and boiled sweets.
1697 : Ten From The Archives 9 : The Stone Gods Of Southowram STONE FIELD DIVISIONS, SOUTHOWRAM (1975) Like monoliths placed in tribute to the stone gods that gave these parts their economic meaning for centuries, these fine flagstones have paved the finest cities in the world. On the bleak hills of Southowram they are little more than cow-stoppers.
More shots from a strip of negatives from the early 1980s. We were living in Sheffield at the time and I think I took these photographs in the Campo Lane area of the city. It was back in the days that smoke still emerged from chimney pots.