For those of you familiar with my blog there will be a question you will have been asking yourself ever since I started this short series of Thornton photographs : "when is he going to get to the pub?" Well, I think I have done quite well, because here I am, at Day 4 and I have only just arrived at the pub. And the sad thing is that it is closed. There are indeed still a good few pubs open in the village (I felt it incumbent on me to visit three or four in the interests of research) but I always feel that the closure of just one public house diminishes the sum total of happiness, conviviality and joy in the world.
If you climb up out of the centre of the village, up West Lane, you will need a stout constitution and by the time you reach the top of the hill you will deserve a bottle of stout - or two. For previous generations of walkers, the Sun Inn at the junction of West Lane and the somewhat spooky Wicken Lane has provided refreshments for the weary traveler. But alas, the inn sign no longer swings in the north-easterly breeze, the hand-pumps no longer dispense Waller' Nourishing Stout or Hammonds Ales, and the brittle click of bone dominoes no longer sends cats seeking the shelter of cellars.
The Sun Inn, Thornton rose every day for over one hundred years with the certainty of celestial clockwork. It made it into the twenty-first century: just. And then it closed and now it slowly fades into antiquity. I belong to a Flickr Group called The Dead Pubs Society and we share photos of pubs that were and are no more. I will add the Sun to our collection - and shed a tear as I do so.
This is the fourth part of the exploration of Thornton, West Yorkshire by Jennyfreckles and myself. We visited Thornton independently and used our cameras to record our own interpretation of the village. You can see how Jennyfreckles has approached the task by taking a look at her SALT AND LIGHT Blog.