Shipley sheep

More sheep! 

The Shipley place name derives from two words: the Old English scīp ('sheep') and lēah meaning either 'a forest, wood, glade, clearing' or, later, 'a pasture, meadow'. Fitting therefore that, as part of the recent town centre landscaping, we've acquired a flock, grazing on a patch of grass on Well Croft. 

Before the market place was gutted and reinvented there used to be a 'Shopping Sheep' statue, which some people loved even though I didn't. (See HERE). I guess these are intended to replace that. I like them rather better.  (I don't like all the empty shops we now have. My bank is due to close its Shipley branch soon too. Boo.) 

Hoppy Easter

I didn't prepare an 'Easter' photo, as such, so here are the lambs I knitted for my grandgirls. Each contained a small creme egg. The girls both seemed quite pleased with them. The pattern had 'googly eyes' stuck on the faces but I decided I liked the gentler look, without eyes. They were quick to knit up and useful for using up small lengths of yarn. 

So this comes to wish ewe a woolly hoppy Easter, with sheeps of good wishes. 🐑 🐑 🐣 🐥

Striking when the iron is hot

We had a talk on Intentional Camera Movement (ICM) at the camera club recently. That's a technique whereby you set a slow shutter speed and slightly move the camera as the image is recorded. It's a bit of a 'hit and miss' affair (in my experience anyway) that involves deleting more images as 'failures' than those that seem to any degree pleasing. Nevertheless, I think it's good to play creatively and try different things. There's nothing like striking while the iron is hot, so the very next day I went out to have a go. I've tried it before but not recently. I actually used my phone camera for these, with an app called 'Slow Shutter', as I find it gives the desired effect without having to use filters and all the technicalities that necessitates. 

So here are a few of Saltaire's recognisable views, with a bit of wobble. (I know Barbara won't like these because of her eyesight - my apologies to her and anyone else that finds them tricky.) 

Repair café

This was a new experience for me... the repair café. 

For quite a while, the electrical cord on my hairdryer has been pulling out of its protective sheath at the point where it connects to the dryer. The dryer works well otherwise so I tried to fix the exposed wires by wrapping them with insulating tape but that wasn't really very effective. When I heard that a fire in a neighbouring block of flats had been caused by a faulty hairdryer, I was spurred into action. I discovered there was a repair café every month in the church in the nearby village of Eldwick, run by volunteers who mend electrical items, fabrics, clothes, wooden tools and similar things. I took my hairdryer along and I'm pleased to say that the electrical team quickly fixed it, doing a very neat job. No charge either, though they welcome donations to help keep the venture running. 

Whilst I waited, I had a cup of coffee and chatted with the lovely volunteers and other customers. It was a really friendly atmosphere. They had a big Fairtrade stall too, so I came away with some rather nice scented soap. 

All in all, it was a most enjoyable and positive experience. I'm very happy that my (ancient) hairdryer will keep on functioning safely for the near future. I believe that many places now have these repair cafés, which is a great idea, enabling us to make better use of the things we already own rather than purchasing new ones.

Yellow peril

Another in the Colour series, yellow this time. Although it's a cheery colour, I find I don't have much of it. For clothes, it's not a shade that particularly suits my colouring, and around the house it seems reserved for fairly utilitarian items - rubber gloves, dusters and the like. We did once paint our back door yellow, years ago, prompting my mother to warn that we'd be plagued with flies. I never really managed scientifically to prove or disprove that one! Anyway, it's the colour of spring and we've all been longing for spring, so this will help us on the way. 

1853 treasures

The 1853 Gallery, on the ground floor of Salts Mill, is a treasure filled with treasures. It sells wonderful books on art, photography, architecture... I could browse for hours! 

Its walls are filled with priceless paintings and sketches by David Hockney, a 'Bradford lad' and a friend of the late Jonathan Silver, the entrepreneur who saved the mill when it ceased to be a textile business in the 1980s.  

I've always rather liked the unfinished sketch of Hockney's muse, the textile designer Celia Birtwell. Behind it, a glimpse of the surrounding treasure that is Saltaire village - the tower of the Victoria Hall can just be seen through the window.

Alongside the paintings there's a superb collection of Burmantofts ceramics: art pottery produced between 1880 and 1904 by the Burmantofts Pottery in Leeds, which mostly made utilitarian ceramics for the construction industry. Much of the collection was a personal passion of Jonathan Silver. I wonder if the family (who still own and run the Mill) continue to collect pieces? I don't remember seeing the little table (below) before but perhaps I just never noticed it. I love the colours and glazes of the pottery. 

In the 1853 Gallery, you can always smell the fragrance of the white lilies that are placed in vases all around the gallery. (You can even smell them outside.) I think they may be a tribute in Jonathan's memory. He sadly died of cancer in 1997, aged only 47.  

So many treasures. 

Proud beasts

Proud beasts, both of them... 

T'chimney - the boiler house chimney at Salts Mill, now without its original ornate top. It's reliably reflected in the near-permanent puddle on the drive into the mill car park. 

And t'lion - the Belwarp lion, immortalised on a stone relief panel on the side of the Mill. Belwarp was a trade name for the high quality, heavy duty, woollen twill serge cloths made in Salts Mill. They were often used for military uniforms, and were advertised as 'guaranteed to maintain their colour against sun or sea in any climate'. 

Titus Salt School

Not everything that bears Titus Salt's name is Victorian. Titus Salt School, our nearest Upper School for 11-18 year olds, is across the Coach Road at the far side of Roberts Park. Opened in 2008, it replaced an older school on the same site. I enjoy its bold architecture, with hints of Art Deco styling. It has high fences and hedges all around so it's not easy, from the perimeter, to get the kind of photos I'd really like. Oddly enough, it also seems to look best in strong sunlight which emphasises the angles and clean lines. Never mind, on an overcast day I still felt like taking a few pictures of it. 

 

Exhibition Building

Shipley College, our local Further Education college, cares for and uses many of the original public buildings in Saltaire. Without that, the village would probably not be thriving in the way it is. The Exhibition Building opened in 1887, built by Titus Salt Junior in memory of his father Sir Titus. The building costs were supposed to be covered by the Royal Yorkshire Jubilee Exhibition held in 1887 to mark 50 years of Queen Victoria's reign. In the end the sum raised wasn't sufficient but it seems Titus pressed ahead anyway, determined to add an adult education facility to the existing educational provision in Saltaire. It was built as the School of Art and Science, later becoming Shipley Technical College. 

The only recent addition to our historic village (below) was added on the same site in 2015, designed by local architects Rance Booth Smith and named the Jonathan Silver Building in memory of the entrepreneur who bought and renovated Salts Mill after the textile business closed down. It was specifically intended to accommodate young people with learning difficulties and mobility challenges, free of the barriers they often face in accessing further education. 

Adjacent to it is the college's horticultural training facility: greenhouses and gardens, with an allotment across the road. 

Roost

I absolutely love the ever-changing view from my balcony. During the day I have a prime spot for observing all the comings and goings to the apartments, since it overlooks our small car park. As the sun sets, I have a grandstand view of the western sky, except for a few houses and the church in the foreground. Inside, by the balcony doors, I've installed a comfortable chair (which swivels! 😊). I can sit knitting and still feel connected to life. Not that it matters at the moment as obviously I'm still very active, but I guess one day I might be glad of it. 

When I was choosing where to move to, I came to realise how much I like being near trees. The view from the front of my previous home was largely of mature trees and I really enjoyed watching their progression through the seasons (if not the massive job of clearing leaves from the garden and paths). Here, the apartment block is in pleasant grounds with lots of mature trees, mostly under protection orders - one being a magnificent copper beech and some walnuts too, which are not all that common. (And we have gardeners who deal with the leaves. Yay!) The tree I can see from my balcony (above) is a few blocks away, in the garden of a neighbouring apartment complex. I think that's a copper beech too. I noticed it seems to be a favoured roost for the birds as the sun goes down. 

Blue sky day

Another balmy blue sky day... Although I'd had appointments in the morning, I felt I needed to make the most of the warm sunshine, so in the afternoon I walked up the hill to Northcliffe Park. The view across to Baildon was a little hazy but you can just see the top of Salts Mill chimney jutting above the trees in the middle. That shows how Saltaire sits deep in the valley, down by the river. Once the trees have leaves it gets hidden altogether. 

This being a park rather than a completely natural area, there are daffodils in the woods. Quite pretty but they don't really fit in woodland, in my mind! 

I don't hear many birds (because of my deafness) but I have the Merlin app on my phone and I enjoy watching as it picks up and identifies the sounds around. It's not guaranteed to be 100% accurate but I think it's pretty good on the whole. It helps me to feel closer to nature and I can sometimes scan around and spot the little birds once I've been alerted to their presence. I could hear the wood-pigeons ('My toe hurts, Betty!') and the cawing of the crows. I also heard the woodpecker tapping. But the little birds are too shrill for me to pick up. 

At various points of my walk, as well as those listed above, the app picked up: Carrion Crow, Jackdaw, Nuthatch, Song Thrush, Coal Tit, Goldfinch, Chiffchaff and Siskin - and I saw a few Magpies too. There are Jays in the woods - and sometimes Ring-Necked Parakeets too, though I wasn't alerted to either of those that day. It just goes to show how important these suburban green spaces are. Well done to the late Sir Norman Rae who, in 1920, gifted Northcliffe Park to the people of Shipley in perpetuity.  

Willow trees are among the first of our UK species to 'green up', though in reality that early colour is a strident acid yellow! Echoing the yellow, there were hosts of daffodils around the children's play area, as well as in the woods.

It was a 'good to be alive' kind of day. 

Rose window

The rooms above the hallway at East Riddlesden Hall have rose windows, one on either side of the house. They are simple, plain glass pieces set in a stone trellis, and each window is different. I decided I'd have a play with them, overlaying one above the other and making them more colourful. I ended up with a few different versions.

 

Lights, Camera, Brontë

The Spring exhibition at East Riddlesden Hall is: Lights, Camera, Brontë: East Riddlesden Hall on Screen. Capitalising, I suppose, on the current frenzy around the new film version of 'Wuthering Heights', it 'uncovers the Hall's starring role in over a century of film and television adaptations of Emily Brontë’s iconic novel'. 

It seems the first version of 'Wuthering Heights', filmed here in 1920, was a silent black and white movie, starring Milton Rosmer as the brooding Heathcliffe and Ann Trevor as the wild free-spirit, Cathy.  A bit of a bodice-ripper, by the looks of the still (below)...  Sadly, the film itself has been lost. Some of the rooms in the Hall have been reimagined for the exhibition using the surviving screenplay, still photos and the director's notes to recreate aspects of Thrushcross Grange and Wuthering Heights. 

The Hall has a genuine connection to the Brontës, as it was saved from demolition (after a twenty year fight) and donated to the National Trust in 1934 by the Brigg brothers, local historians and philanthropists, who were also instrumental in setting up the Brontë Society and the first Brontë museum in Haworth in the 1890s. 

East Riddlesden was also used for filming in 1992 for the 'Wuthering Heights' version starring Ralph Fiennes, and in 2009 for an ITV version. It has featured too in Monty Python's 'The Meaning of Life', 'Sharpe's Justice', 'Lost In Austen' and Channel 5's 'Anne Boleyn'. 

In the kitchen there's this huge grain ark, used for storing grain to make bread. It would have held enough to bake about 190 loaves. 

The Great Barn

In addition to the manor house itself, the East Riddlesden site holds two huge barns. The Great Barn is one of the finest in the north of England, built in the 1600s and testament to the importance of the estate as an agricultural concern. Its oak roof rises from aisle posts and covers an area 120 feet long by 40 feet wide. There are two sets of cart entrances, big enough to allow a pair of oxen pulling a fully loaded wagon to enter the barn. They still have their original doors and, between them, stone flagged floors where grain would have been threshed. You can see the stalls where cattle would have been kept in the winter, as well as a selection of old carts and ploughs.  

The adjacent Airedale Barn has been restored and is now used for weddings and events.

Standing among all the ancient timber and stone, I always find a surprising sense of peace. I like to think it takes me back to my roots, as many of my ancestors were agricultural workers and would have been familiar with these kinds of structures. 

 

Early Spring at East Riddlesden

Early spring at our local National Trust property, East Riddlesden Hall...  The daffodils were amazing. 

The gardens are very well cared for. Whether by volunteers or employed gardeners or a mixture of the two, I don't know, but the flowerbeds were weeded and the shrubs and trees pruned neatly.  Spring flowers were starting to bloom. There were some huge snowdrops, lots of hellebores, the pretty blue scilla and, of course, more daffodils and narcissi. 

The ruined Starkie wing was built as an extension to the hall in 1692 but became neglected and unsafe and so it was demolished in 1905. An adventurous mallard was exploring around the other side of the wall from the lake... 'and he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack'.