I finally made it to Cliffe Castle Museum and Park in Keighley on Thursday and I am so glad that I did. I went there to see the fabulous stained glass windows by William Morris, Burne-Jones and Rosetti, that were from the former St James Church in Brighouse. They are displayed magnificently along with many other examples of stained glass […]
There is something rather lovely about this old gravestone, standing snug against the sandstone walls of St Martin’s in Brighouse. Perhaps it’s the almost Pre-Raphaelite design, perhaps it is the challenge presented by the Roman numerals. It stands out not by its size or dominance of the graveyard, but by the fact that it hides its beauty and challenges you […]
What better way to spend a sunny day than wandering around a Yorkshire churchyard, looking for history and finding it under every stone slab.
An old postcard reminds me of one of the lost churches of Brighouse which was once the home of glorious windows by Burne-Jones, Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Ford Madox Brown.
Everything seemed simpler 100 years ago, there was less clutter. The mills were proportionate, their chimneys vertical, the houses in neat rows and the canal cut straight through the landscape. This picture postcard of the area known as Brookfoot just to the west of Brighouse, is fairly typical of the first decade of the twentieth century. The colours are a […]
A Yorkshire gable end. As uncompromising as a bigot. Two tight windows keep any illumination at bay.
One of my negatives from the early 1970s. Unmistakably Brighouse. Sugden’s flour mill has the look of a distended Tower Bridge, and mill chimneys scrape the grainy sky.
I took this photograph of Brighouse either in the late 60s or early 70s. It was a time when traditional industries coexisted with newcomers, and life in the lower valley was changing. Brighouse seems to have coped better with that change than many of its neighbours.
I am ending this short tour of Brighouse back in the 1960s with a return to the market. There is, however, something slightly odd about this final negative scan. Looking carefully at the young chap towards the right of the group of market shoppers, I have the distinct impression that it might be me. But if it is, who took […]