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Category: Yorkshire
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A portal through time and space? Or just a storage shed for … stuff?
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A very chilly February day up on the famous Ilkley Moor. The skies were overcast but not in the fun wintry way where you get all those lovely detailed textures in the clouds. Still, the rocks were all craggy and rugged. Oh, and you’ll be pleased to know that I remembered my hat, thanks to…
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Over the course of the last couple of weeks, a group of set dressers have been busy transforming my neighbourhood into what I initially thought was just going to be a bomb site on one street; there was a bit of filming happening last year with London Blitz kind of vibes, I assumed this was…
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Unfortunately, my SD card decided it was happier at home than in my camera, so you’ll just have to make do with this image of the first sunrise of the year taken with my phone from Baildon Moor Trig Point.
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Some pics from a stroll along the canal in Leeds, a couple of weeks back.
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Libraries have, since I was a child, sparked some desire for learning in me, some avaricious need to acquire a whole new bunch of knowledge through silent study. Preferably alone and with a big pile of books. (The books need be of varying genre and of assorted scent; I’m relatively Catholic when it comes to…
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Continuing my Sunday morning shot sharing, please enjoy these pictures from York Minster Cathedral taken this summer.
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Found on the last stretch of the Old Leeds Road that’s in Bradford, this church seemingly closed its doors on the 19th of September 2021. I don’t think it even made it 100 years before closing – it looks like it was built in 1927, according to the foundation stones here: So as an institution,…
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Not a post about something particularly rich in history this week; nor is it even a door to somewhere that features in the grander scheme of things in any particular way. It’s merely the reception door for an engineering firm, but something about this door has always drawn my eye to it. I get mid-eighties…
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It’s hard to miss High Point, its name alone revealing where it sits: in an ominous, vaguely threatening vantage point over the city. From here, it looms over Bradford, the buildings around it dwarfed in comparison, although this is largely a trick of perspective. It was built in 1972 as the headquarters for the Yorkshire…
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Another door to nowhere, this entrance way reminded me a little of some kind of shrine… although to what, who knows, as there are only dead leaves within. I remain ignorant of its true original purpose. It could potentially have been a one man bandstand, I suppose. Whatever its true function, it can be found…
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Bit of a cheat this week… well kind of. It’s essentially a door to nowhere. Up the Manchester Road, behind the Station Hotel, there’s a large swathe of land that’s been earmarked for future development. In fact, if you search for the Station Hotel on google maps, one of the first images shows you what…