Tagged Victorian England

The Mystery of North Cote Mine

“It’s about time you changed this car Dan” said Amy as she clambered into the back seat of his pale blue 1962 Mk 1 Ford Cortina, “it’s a wreck, my feet were soaked when we got here yesterday. There’s a hole under the carpet that I can see the road through”. It was 7.30am and the rain that had poured continuously the previous day had stopped during the night and it looked like it would be a lovely August day. “Sorry Amy”, said Jack trying to start the car for the fourth time, “I can’t afford anything else just yet…

Uncle Charlie

What’s up Dad?” “Uncle Charlie died.” “Whose uncle Charlie?” Turns out he was a quiet man a relative who I never met. A solitary sort of bloke as if he couldn’t or didn’t want to fit in. No one in the His family lost touch and Charlie died alone in his room, no relatives could be found. His death notice appeared in the local paper, too late he had already been buried, alone, an unmarked paupers grave. Pregnant, jobless, homeless. A girl ‘in service,’ what happened? We will never know I suppose. Victorian England was a harsh, unforgiving place. Society still reels from their pompous values. Destitute, young and with…

A Stroll Down Memory Lane

I took a stroll down memory lane that was my plan. I wanted to see the Pusey Church. Grade 1 listed an important building in the Leeds scheme of things. Whole districts have come and gone, wars have been fought yet still it hangs on. Still a living church, only just how many old churches have become carpet warehouses, theme pubs or apartment blocks. Whether you are a believer or not old churches are something to be cherished aren’t they? For me they provide a link to the past, all those people who have passed through their doors. Generations who have climbed these…

Pierrot

The walk across the moor had always been a favourite thing to do with our family. As a girl, I was taken on long rambles on summer evenings over the crags and windswept heather clad moorland. I suppose it was natural that I would take my own children there. We always ended in the same place ‘The First House’. It was derelict, a mile or so along a track towards the summit of the moor. No one knew where its name originated from I suppose it was the first house as you crossed the moor from Ilkley towards the next…

Destiny

I think I had one of those meeting your destiny moments a few weeks ago. I suppose like a lot of these times in our lives, this one began many years before. I often think Victorian England must have been an incredible place. Vast areas of countryside unchanged for generations. Peaceful unspoilt land where hard work was the norm for common folk. Dark, dangerous cities spewing pollution and poison into the air and rivers. Driving the nation forward and drawing the rural population towards them like moths to a flame. My great-grandfather lived in both communities. He is someone I have always…