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 … Continue reading ‘These days our hometowns are often more exotic and full of new curiosity than Timbuktu or Easter Island’ *
Giving voice to overlooked voices from Wakefield’s five towns. Continue reading All Quiet on the West Riding Fronts
This short video links key episodes from both books to current locations. There’s more to the M180 than you might think! There are no ordinary places. Continue reading ‘Get Carter’, and ‘Manuscript in a Red Box’
The words of Jack Common, Robert Westall, Iain Nairn, Beryly Bainbridge and Sean O’Brien set to photographs of Newcastle’s Metroland: locations are within walking distance of Metro rail stations.
Continue reading ‘Newcastle… sucks you in like a vortex’
See distant Huguenots in the stockade beyond Smaque and Dirtness, building scaffold to hang the arsonists. You might spy the highwaymen, hear the gathering vigilantes, fear the rack that tortured Frank Vavasour in the bowels of Butterwick Castle. Continue reading Huguenots in the stockade building scaffold to hang the arsonists
Maybe Bradford Interchange is not the blight on the spirit that it thinks it is. Continue reading What Ship is This?
Stuart Maconie in Adventures on the High Teas (2009) has this to say about the North: … the worst of the North, who bang on about it being God’s Country. It isn’t. There is no God’s Country. Unless it all is. Or unless it’s Einstein’s Country. Merely coming from the north per se is nothing to be proud of. You have to do something, go … Continue reading The North is not God’s Country