|Commercial Street, Brighouse|
Two things happened yesterday which came together over a period of forty or fifty years (it would make for a better story if it was exactly fifty years but I wallow in impreciseness and enjoy it). In the morning I scanned a strip of old 35mm black and white negatives I must have shot forty or fifty years ago. They were street shots taken in Brighouse, West Yorkshire: shots that provide a documentary record of how the town looked at the time.
In the afternoon it had been decided - by She Who Has Read The Puppy Book - that we needed to socialise Lucy (she is still not allowed to walk around in public until after her next lot of injections); and socialisation seemed to involve carrying the puppy around and pointing out things like where the Bus Station is and where the best pubs are.
The Prince of Wales / Old Ship Inn, Bethel Street, Brighouse
And so we found ourselves in the very same Brighouse and the most natural thing in the world seemed to be to quickly visit the same streets and see what had changed over the intervening years. It was an interesting experience which highlighted both change and continuity in equal municipal measures.