Sunday, January 18, 2026

IT'S SWINGING HALIFAX


It seems like a different era: an era of broken walls and spaces laid bare by slum-clearance programmes or enemy bombs. The church is the same; then it was plain Halifax Parish Church, and now it's a Minster. Perhaps it's the swings that date it - can this really be what was meant by the swinging sixties? It's a memory; it's history, it's Halifax.



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