Briggate means the road to the bridge and appropriately enough Briggate leads down to Elland Bridge. There has been a bridge over the River Calder hereabouts since the twelfth century, but most of the early ones were made of wood and were destroyed during river flooding. The current one is made of stone, but it didn't do it much good : part of it was washed away in the flooding last Christmas.
This scan comes from a negative I took twenty five years or so ago at the Heights Of Abraham, Matlock Bath in Derbyshire. The cable car was relatively new then and probably still the only alpine style cable car in the UK. It still exists today, but the cars are much sleeker and they no longer sing the praises of lager!
I can't remember whether I took this photograph at home or in the school photographic studios which were down in the basements of the school both I and the subject (I think he was called Nigel) attended. The cigarette would not be evidence either way - they were relaxed days back in the sixties.
We went shopping in Colne yesterday and I managed to escape the large modern outlet shops for a walk around the old town. Whilst it is very definitely part of Lancashire, a lot of Yorkshire seems to have seeped down from the moors, like run-off from the rain-soaked peat. The rich stone, the holy trinity of bank, town hall and co-op store, the municipal pride: I think of these as being Yorkshire virtues but that is me being xenophobic. They are northern virtues.
What better way to conclude a short series of photographs taken on our recent Baltic cruise than with a nautical shot. But these were not perched high on a P&O cruise ship - the ship's health and safety officer would have a nervous breakdown just thinking about it. They were high on a sailing ship sat next to the Azura in Oslo harbour.