This picture is taken from an old picture postcard and shows Doncaster Market Place in the early years of the twentieth century. A long time ago. I worked in Doncaster during the 1980s and I became very familiar with the Market Place and its many pubs, bars and restaurants. A different time, a different life. A long time ago.
The mills, the houses, and even the blocks of flats seem to conform to the natural contours in this photograph of mine of Halifax forty-odd years ago. Power, religion and industry, however, strike a very different note. Each reaches for the sky in search of its own deity.
Another of my "Found Photos", and the only clue is a written greeting on the back of the photograph which says, "With love from Hilda and Leo". You don't need any more information than that; your imagination can write the entire novel. It's a story two people caught in the shifting sands of history.
Grey rain on grey roof slates and smoke dawdling out of endless chimneys: two of the memories of my youth that are encapsulated in this photograph of mine of Brighouse back in the 1960s. Close your eyes and you can smell the smoke; put out your hand and you can feel the rain.
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