Much of my early life seems to be in this old picture postcard. My father worked at the factory on the left; for a time I worked in the mill on the right. My school is on the horizon, my youth in the soot-coated streets around the market.
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What a lot of railway wagons.
ReplyDeleteFantastic image, with industry just plodding along and smokestacks bursting away! Do you have any idea when this was taken?
ReplyDeleteSepia tone at its best, I believe I can taste the soot and smell the smoke.
ReplyDeleteIn addition to the smoke there was the smell of the bone yard, located just below from where this picture was taken.
ReplyDeleteWhen we lived there in the late '80s there was a chocolate smell around the station......(unless I've mixed it up with Banbury in the late '90s but I think that was coffee).
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