Thursday, August 12, 2010

West Yorkshire In Ten Squares : Square 5 - Skelmanthorpe

This project attempts to provide a flavour of what is typical in my home county of West Yorkshire by focusing on ten randomly selected squares from throughout the County. Each of the 500 square metre areas has been chosen by a random number generator and here I explore each of them in images and words.


For Square Five, the random number machine sends me south, to the southern borders of West Yorkshire, to the land where the weaving shed meets the coal seam. We are between the villages of Skelmanthorpe and Scissett in the borough of Kirklees. Skelmanthorpe is an ancient place : the village is reputed to have been established by Viking invaders in the 9th century. By the time of the Doomsday Book in 1066 it is described, rather unflatteringly, as follows : "In Turulsetone and Berceworde and Scelmertorp, Alric and Aldene had nine carcucates of land to be taxed, and there may be five ploughs there. Ilbert now has it, and it is waste. Value in King Edwards time 4 pounds. Wood pasture one mile long and as much broad". By contrast, the neighbouring village of Scissett is a more recent and a more artificial creation, having been created in 1830 by two brothers, Joseph and George Norton, to provide housing for workers in their new woolen mill.

My square contains neither of the village centres : Skelmanthorpe is to the west, Scissett to the east. But it is rich in other ways, containing some lush pastures, some fine houses, a pub, and, the diamond in the square crown, a graveyard. It might be neither here nor there in terms of village life and industry, but urban life and industry make up only a small percentage of even an industrial county like West Yorkshire. Most of the time, most of the places are neither here nor there.


The graveyard is designated as Skelmanthorpe Cemetery and must have been a fairly recent development as none of the graves date back much more than 120 years. There was a great wave of cemetery building in the last decade of the nineteenth century as people began to fear that burial spaces would soon run out. Cremation wasn't legalised until 1902 and even then was slow to get public support, so at the turn of the century, most towns and villages were on the look out for parcels of land that could be given over to the dead and departed. 


Despite their somewhat doleful function, I have always been attracted to graveyards and can think of few better ways of spending a summer morning than wandering around through the sloping headstones and the wind-worn memorials. 


It took a considerable effort to leave the cemetery behind. It might have been easier if the pub across the road had been open - can there be a finer combination that a dusty graveyard and a quiet country pub - but the Windmill was shut. Not permanently shut I should add, from what I can gather the pub remains an active part of the local community (just take a look at its' Facebook page if you need confirmation). It is another of those places I need to flag up for a later visit (or perhaps my next series will be ten randomly chosen Yorkshire pubs!). The pub itself is neatly sandwiched between a surviving Giles Gilbert Scott telephone box at the front and a fine bowling green at the back.

Besides the graves, the beer mugs, and the bowls, the square offers a few houses, a lot of green fields and a handful of appreciative cows.



From the Windmill Inn, two roads radiate out like the tendrils of some tarmacadam plant, both going to Scissett in their own sweet ways. From the bottom road, Highbridge Lane, you have good views to the south which include fine mature woodland and grazing pastures that almost make you wish you were a cow. From the northern tendril, Busker Lane, you get magnificent views towards Emley and the striking Emley Moor Television mast. In both directions you are constantly reminded that West Yorkshire is not just a place of mills and moors, woods and water, but also a place of fields and pasture. A green place. A beautiful place.



That little square, that little parcel of land that is neither Skelmanthorpe nor Scissett, that is neither here nor there, is a fine place. If this is typical of West Yorkshire, I have no arguments. None at all.

To read the other installments of this series follow these links :

14 comments:

  1. Nice! The carving on that cross is beautiful. But the shot that gets to me the most is that one of the dirt track disappearing into a field. I see things like that and my feet start whispering "follow, follow" to me.

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  2. Thanks Roy. And I know what you mean, there is something about that scene which draws you in.

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  3. Beautifully written and illustrated, as always. I don't think you'll have me rushing over there, but it sounds a nice 'ordinary' kind of place and it's a good job some places are just ordinary or nothing would be special, if you know what I mean.

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  4. As ever, Alan, you have done your home county proud. A great read from start to finish. Shame about the Windmill being shut. Anymore developments re the Yorkshire Post?

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  5. It's something that I love about England particularly is the extent of country side between cities and villages. I think many have the impression that it's all countryside and hills and dales or back to back cities with little greenery at all. As for a cemetary that's only 120 years old, that's pretty ancient to us Antipodeans.

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  6. A most entertaining travelogue as always! Really liked the photo of the cows particularly.

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  7. I am loving this concept of describing by visiting the squares. This area is really gorgeous.

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  8. Is the Emley Moor television mast still the highest free-standing concrete structure in Britain? It's certainly a landmark visible from far and wide. I love to spot it!

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  9. Some of those barren map squares are indeed often the richest. I love your particular neck of the woods.

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  10. Great pics with a great tour! I love this idea of your ten squares...have a great weekend, Alan! :) The Bach

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  11. I am so enjoying these photos
    I love graveyards...
    and cows...thanks

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  12. The Windmill? Wasn't that on an episode of Kitchen Nightmares?

    I believe I missed the last entry. Off to read!

    Oh, and you should try some virtual squares for your Fat Dog to Big Apple stuff.

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  13. Now this is what I envision the best of West Yorkshire to be..Green rolling hills with friendly cows..can you tell I am a country gal! :)

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  14. Did you know that the West Riding once stretched to the Irish Sea? Preston and the environs were Yorkshire before the Conqueror engaged in a bit of boundary redefinition.

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