Showing posts with label Brontë. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brontë. Show all posts

Monday, 1 December 2014

Saltaire, West Yorkshire

River Aire and Mill
Back in 2001 I wanted to improve my travel and social life by meeting new people around the country. Many of my potential paths in this minefield didn't quite work out but I acquired a group of West Yorkshire friends that mostly met in Bradford ( ... later years migrating to Leeds) and got my name on a National Organisation e-mail list for social weekend and (further afield difficult to attend) city day events. The adventures with both sets of people took me to new destinations, highs and lows on various levels that have been documented on about 20% of my blog posts.


On these trips to Bradford I had to travel through and stop at the traffic lights in Saltaire on many occasions, usually late on a saturday night but more often than not, very very early on a sunday morning. It may seem surprising to some but at the time I had no knowledge of what was just around the corner. I was somewhat surprised to see Saltaire on the National organisers programme of events as it didn't appear to me their routine location for a cultural day out, so as it seemed accessible, I thought I would give it a go. As fate would have it, this was three years ago and I don't recall ever seeing any of these people ever again !
Forgive me for the length of this post and duplication of material. Some of the other shots I wanted to leave out but for the purposes of the text, have had to leave them in.

The Old Tramshed,  Saltaire
The event started with lunch in a fascinating converted old Tramshed now known as the The Hop, so that gave me plenty of opportunity to arrive early and photograph the obvious sights of the canal, church and external mill shots on a fine October morning.

Saltaire Congregational Church
There are not many things I recommend on these blog pages as I generally leave it for the viewer to decide, but the organised village tour is a must for any visitor. After lunch we walked down to the Congregational church where the tour operators allocated to our group played the costume characters of Vicar and Church cleaner.

Saltaire Congregational Church
We were all given a card that depicted a real life character from the past and we essentially became that person for the afternoon with an external visit to their house. The superb tour was comprehensive and lasted most of the afternoon, anyone who visits Saltaire would be advised to pre book ...

http://www.saltairevillageexperience.co.uk

Saltaire Mill
Sir Titus Salt (1803 - 1876) was a Victorian Industrialist who originally made his money from the woollen industry in Bradford. He was born into a family that moved into a farming career and developed a business for importing wool from Russia for sale but with little success. With the attitude of "If you can't beat them, join them", Titus Salt took over his fathers business in 1833 and moved into his own wool manufacturing using a newly discovered Alpaca fibre that he came across in Liverpool. Eventually he became the biggest employer in Bradford and was promoted to City Mayor in 1848.

By way of background, social and working conditions were not ideal in Victorian West Yorkshire as you may recall with the health problems that faced the Bronte family in my Haworth post, not a million miles away albeit in the countryside.
As both Mayor and Employer, Titus Salt felt an obligation to improve both the pollution from his chimneys and working / health conditions for his workforce, but as Bradford was already over populated with industry, his efforts were fruitless.


Titus decided to purchase a large plot of land in 1850 about three or four miles to the north west next to The River Aire / Leeds - Liverpool canal and start again....

Saltaire Mill & River Aire

Saltaire Mill
The town of Saltaire (Titus "Salt" and The River "Aire") was born in 1851 after the completion of the Factory. His opening statement was "to do good and give his sons employment. Home for 4000 workers ... wonder if they had space in the basement floors !!


A massive project was undertaken to design and build a model village to assist the social conditions for the workers. The main streets started with close family members names with more distant relatives names on the fringes of the village.


In the meantime, the employees were happy to travel the distance from Bradford while their rented accommodation was being built. There were 400 houses built and you've guessed it that the other 3500 workers had to walk the 4 miles from Bradford for their 12 hour shift.

Supervisors home ?? .... with garden !


One thing that was forbidden in the newly built village was alcohol and public houses as he wanted the best from his workers. Tenants contracts would be terminated if they displayed unsuitable behaviour or mismanagement of their property thus losing their home and employment.
In addition to the housing, the infrastructure consisted of  ....

Saltaire Hospital,


Victoria Hall

Saltaire school, (now for local collage use)





Saltaire Congregational Church
and last but by no means least, a church that Titus Salt financed himself. It became his final resting place on a day when 100,000 people came out to show their respect.

Salt and Light !!
A paragraph in the Oxford Dictionary 2004 about Titus Salt states ...
" Salt's motive's in building Saltaire remain obscure. They seem to have been a mixture of sound economics, Christian duty and a desire to have effective control over his workforce. There were economic reasons for moving out of Bradford and the village did provide him with an amenable, hand picked workforce....


... Yet Salt was deeply religious and sincerely believed that by creating an environment where people could lead healthy, virtuous, godly lives, he was doing God's work....


.... Perhaps also, diffident and articulate as he was, the village may have been a way of demonstrating the extent of his wealth and power. Lastly, he may also have seen it as a means of establishing an industrial dynasty to match the landed estates of his Bradford contemporaries. However Saltaire provided no real solution to the relationship between employer and worker. It's small size, healthy site and comparative isolation provided an escape rather than an answer to the problems of an urban society."

the walk to work ...

and make sure you don't leave by the back door !!!


"Determination" Saltaire
The centrepiece of the village seems to be Victoria square where the Institute stands opposite the school with a surprising addition of several grand Lion statues. It may come as a surprise for many to realise that these were originally intended for the base of Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square, London. Unfortunately the completed sculptures by Thomas Milne that were named represent War and Peace, Determination and Vigilance were shunned in favour of a larger commission from Sir Edwin Landseer.
It was thought that Sir Titus placed "War and Peace" near the school to educate and unite the social classes in his society in order to avoid the uprising of the poor against the rich, something that was quite common elsewhere at the time. Education was seen by Salt as the way that the working class could improve themselves and thus closing the gap on class distinction in Victorian times. Determination and Vigilance represented the world of work, business and all the qualities required for the woollen trade.


"War" Saltaire
One thing about being the village architect is that Francis Lockwood has his name engraved on a centre piece wall. I wonder if he had to fight his corner for it :-)


As an aside to that, it's interesting that he may have been inspired by the thoughts of a contemporary Edward Ackroyd, but in turn the Lever Brothers (in the Port Sunlight post) followed a similar model many years later on the Wirral in Merseyside with their soap business, village and education of the workforce.

A second interesting fact that connects with something I mentioned earlier was that the inheritor of the business and village (James Roberts) donated some of his estate to preserve the Bronte's Parsonage at Haworth. This seems remarkable at a time when preservation was unheard of by at least 50 years.


The Mill eventually closed in 1986 (the decade of British industrial change !!) and was bought the following year by a Jonathan Silver, a local businessman that had just returned from travelling the world. Silver had an interest in Art and developed some of the site for his hero David Hockney to display his works.

Awaiting a large book order :-)
In addition, subsidiary areas were used to sell related books and art supplies with other retail businesses, crafts and restaurants filling the floorspace.




The canal is used these days for other business that in one sense seems unlikely and in another is quite obvious really .....

"Just one Cornetto, give it to me, delicious ice cream, from ...." not quite the Grand Canal of Venice !!
Lastly with a twist of the tail, I wonder what Titus would make of the 21st century with a more unlikely trader overlooking the Salt Mill,  seen in the reflection ....

(Don't Tell Titus, Saltaire)

Thursday, 30 May 2013

Haworth by night, West Yorkshire


As the month of May has been a busy month for alternative but better reasons, I just thought I would squeeze in a second post for the month to supplement the previous one.

I took a much needed week long break from life by visiting the west coast of Scotland with some unplanned and interesting surprises that needed to be photographically recorded ! The variety and interest of the trip resulted in the time consuming process of reducing 1400 images to a manageable size for the purpose of showing friends and no doubt yourselves in about 3 or 4 posts time.


Back to Haworth ... When staying overnight on the road, I'm always tempted to go out for a late night walk with the tripod. Depending on the light, some shots work and some don't. When I first started this branch of photography as a youth I always went for the floodlit buildings, but with the passing of time I realised that subtle can sometimes work better than bold.


Some of these images despite being slightly underexposed can have that tungsten feel about them with street lights being the enemy. I am by no means an expert but have gained a lot more experimental experience in digital than two or three pre-planned settings on 35mm film.


There was a lot less scope in Haworth than I thought but pubs always seem to have some interesting external light features. The above establishment was recommended to me by the Bed and Breakfast host with a redeemable discount voucher system for evening meal.


The other place I ate at night time was just around the corner (seen by daylight in the previous post)


It's never a comforting sight to see the above sign displayed in a prominent position in the main street with the knowledge that the premier photo location to capture The Bronte Parsonage is in an eerie graveyard. Trust me, the Haworth graveyard is not the best place to be in the day far less at night.


Tripod, the heavy rustling of trees and myself standing on a table top gravestone for the above image.

Taken from Parsonage, Bronte school on left, main square / top of street beyond church

The quiet night broken by the rustling of wind in the trees, the chimes of the church bell at 10pm, the echo of my footsteps on the cobbled stone and the cry of the child in a house in the lane. A mixture of me losing my nerve, spending too long in the graveyard and acquiring all the shots I was ever going to get. I decided that it was time to hurry back to the Bed and Breakfast down the lane. It was only at this point did I realise that the child thought that my footsteps were other abnormal graveyard activity !!


Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Haworth, West Yorkshire


It's sometimes quite difficult choosing a title image that is attractive, grabs the attention of the viewer and is the essence of the post. With that thought in mind and what's currently in my head, I'm not sure that I'm going to achieve any of that particularly as I have been absent for so long on other travels !!

Following on from the previous post and the James Bond Ball I attended, I was given an invitation at the dinner table by a fellow guest (someone who I shall refer to as "Stockped") to a similar event in Manchester. Despite having passed it on the motorway on numerous occasions, it was an opportunity to meet new people and see how the city had progressed since I last visited it during my first year of rail travel.

Couldn't get into this Bed and Breakfast !! .. haha
I was fortunate to have the preceding week off work and I was interested in attending another event on the way. Haworth was the ideal location for a three night stay to attend the first event and explore undiscovered parts of the area.


Avid readers will realise immediately that Haworth is famous for and was home to the Brontë family. The father, Patrick Brontë, was employed in several trades in Northern Ireland before deciding to become a teacher and subsequently a Church of England minister.

To the Parsonage
After studying theology in Cambridge, he took on a series of pastoral roles in Essex, Shropshire and nearby Guiseley and eventually settled in The Parsonage in Haworth.


Life in the West Yorkshire area wasn't pleasant for the majority with poor working and social conditions giving rise to ill health and disease, a topic that is enforced upon the visitor during the tour of  The Parsonage ... it makes grim reading !

Parsonage and Sunday school 
Patrick was not only known for his sermons from the pulpit but also as a local health and education reformer with the creation of a clean water supply and the building of the sunday school.


The health of his family may have been the inspiration for the action on health but it was unfortunate that he outlived all of his six children.


The sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne shared their creative experiences with each other in a downstairs writing room often running around the central table in the room. The content of their books (Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall ) was very much influenced by their life experiences which can be sampled by both visiting Haworth and The Parsonage.


From a personal point of view, the house seems to be a place of pilgrimage for many Brontë fans from all around the world ....

How exciting to be here  ... LOL !!
... who probably know the tragic personal stories. In my opinion, they are in for a reality check when they arrive as they discover that it was probably the so called ....




... "chocolate box" looking village that it took it's toll. The call to a needy parish was the ultimate price of his family.


Branwell, the only son had an interest in writing but wanted to pursue a career in Art with his most famous painting being the one of his three sisters and the erased image of himself from the canvas. The evidence suggests that Branwell occasionally underachieved and avoided further training in London in favour of The Black Bull behind his fathers church (the building that preceded the church in the photo) ...


... and some drugs from the shop across the street, now a famous tourist destination for other sales ...       http://www.rose-apothecary.co.uk



Tourist Information, Railway Children film location


On a lighter note, Haworth is trying to bring a bit of colour into the Pennine stone these days from the business's that survive on tourism.

Yorkshire food ...

... takeaways  ;-) ....

... Ice cream  (always read the label ! ) ...

... and Yorkshire tea !!!


As some of the creatures seemed quite dangerous .....

One thing I did notice were the village cats, they were everywhere ... outside the shops ...

... outside the pub ...

... and even in the church !!!


...  one could assume that even though the telephone box was a little to late for Branwell to get some some help ...  it's always useful for something  !!!  ...



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