‘These days our hometowns are often more exotic and full of new curiosity than Timbuktu or Easter Island’ *

Place explored through a personal selection of the lives, novels, art, architecture, poetry and history inspired by England's industrial era.​

What must the American tourists be thinking as they wait at Halifax station? The train’s late, nowhere to sit, passengers hang around looking washed out, and the platform needs a spring clean and lick of paint.
On the other hand, on the sandstone wall across from platform 2 there’s a poster advertising Shakespear’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ at the Viaduct Theatre. Parents shout at their kids in a colourful local accent, and the family group pushing the pram painfully down each step of the footbridge smile at the bottom, possibly in the direction of the Americans and their Cirque De Soleil duffel bag.

* Someone said it, it certainly wasn’t me. But I wish I had. If it was you, let me know…

Rose Window in Halifax Library
Gothic tower of Halifax Library

Source of information on the Rose Window and the Spire:

Beryl Bainbridge Bradford Castleford CLR James Comedian Ian Smith Cultural Geography Ellen Wilkinson England is Rich Featherstone George Orwell Gerard Benson Get Carter Goole Halifax Harry Hopkins Huddersfield Iain Nairn Isle of Axholme Jack Common JB Priestley Kellingley Kevin Boniface Killingworth Manuscript in a Red Box Minty Alley Morning in the City Nelson Newbiggin-By-The-Sea Newcastle Normanton Pontefract Pre-Raphaelite Psychogeography Robert Westall Rotherham Sean O'Brien Selby Social History Southwold Stuart Maconie Ted Lewis The Division Bell Mystery The Rocket Tom Puddings Vermuyden

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