There’s something interesting about hardware stores, in particular the more traditional variety such as the one pictured here today. They always seem to have busy storefronts, not only with a window packed with tools, fasteners, devices, and gadgets of all kinds, but also with a spillover onto the pavement. They also have that nice earthy smell about them, a distinctive mix of wood, chemicals, and plant fertilizer.
Another set of pictures taken while wandering around Huddersfield town centre with my wife back in April. This impressive structure is the library and art gallery. It’s currently closed for redevelopment, with the facilities moved to temporary locations before the building reopens to the public next year.
The grade II listed building was originally opened to the public in 1940.
This is one of those times where I wish I’d had my large format camera and it’s range of movements to hand. It’s a building that I think would be well served by the sort of photograph that the format would produce.
However, I doubt my wife would have been quite as understanding had I kept stopping to faff around with tripods, camera movements, and heads beneath dark cloths. So the the Olympus XA3 had to suffice. 🙂
A direct follow on from yesterday’s post. Those photos were taken outside Sheffield Midland station before I set off for a trip to Leeds to visit the Photo North exhibition. The ones posted here today were shot inside Leeds railway station when I arrived.
A couple more bridges, to keep the trend going from yesterday (spoiler: there will be no bridges tomorrow).
These two are closer to home, the first is a derelict railway bridge crossing the main road into the village of Killamarsh, which is not too far from where I live. It was taken from another bridge (and another disused railway bridge at that) which carries the Trans Pennine Trail across the same road.
The second is a footbridge crossing the River Rother not far from where the first picture was taken.
I posted some other photos of bridges spanning the Sheffield and Tinsley Canal recently – those shot with my Zeiss medium format folding camera. The ones here were shot on the same day with my Olympus XA3 along the same stretch of water in Attercliffe, Sheffield.
I think I said in the earlier post that this is now a pleasant stretch of the can to walk along. It has a high embankment on both sides which shields it from what is otherwise quite an industrial part of the city. The spring foliage also brings a pleasantly arboreal feel to the place.
When I was much younger the canal was horribly polluted. I remember crossing it on the bus route that took me into the city centre and the water was a vivid orange colour, presumably due to pollutants from the steel industry in the area. Now the water is clear and sustains fish and other wildlife.
I thought I’d go back to posting film shots again today – although I may drop in the occasional digital picture now and then as I still have loads of decent shots taken with my GRIII on my recent holiday. I have another “Walk With a Camera” post coming soon – perhaps this weekend – as well.
Despite the title of the post, this tree has only the most tenuous connection with brides or weddings. It stands, however, behind a cafe where we got a sandwich after my wife had chosen the dress she will be wearing at out eldest son’s wedding later this summer. Maybe the post should have been titled “Back of the cafe tree” as that would be more geographically apt – the formal wear shop where my wife got her dress was further down the road.
This factory, along with it’s distinctive logo, has been around for as long as I remember. When I was a kid I always thought it was a Roman centurion’s head depicted, but the name of the place – Spartan Works – shows I was wrong.
The building is, I believe, currently subject to a planning order that will involve demolition, erection, and conservation of buildings on the site. I hope the Spartan remains.
Part one of this walk ended as I passed through a small area of woodland that marked the turning point where the circular route began its return back towards the starting point. Perhaps the most well known landmark on this leg of the journey is Robin Hood’s Stride, but before I got there I took a small detour to Nine Stones Close (also known as The Grey Ladies), a small neolithic stone circle that stands beside a tree in a nearby field.
There’s something fascinating and a little eerie about stone circles, both in their age, and the limited understanding we have as to why they were constructed, but also – in large part – the fact that they feature heavily in a number of fantasy / sci-fi movies and TV shows I’m fond of, notably the 1979, John Mills starring, Quatermass series, The Children of the Stones, and the Doctor Who story, The Stones of Blood. All heady material for the youngster I was back when all three aired.
After admiring the stone circle (you can see some more photos I took here), I set off back towards Robin Hood’s Stride, first passing a couple of lone trees, one dead, one alive.
Robin Hood’s Stride is a gritstone rock formation, notable for the two pinnacles at the eastern and western end. The pinnacles are named “Weasel” and “Inaccessible” and legend has it that Robin Hood was able to jumped between them in, hence the name of the formation. All I can say, is that Robin Hood must’ve had some sort of Olympian-level jumping skills as the two pinnacles are around fifty feet apart!
Unfortunately, when I arrived the sun was to the south, backlighting the rocks to a degree, so I wasn’t able to photograph the whole structure in the best light. I took several other close-up shots of part of the formation though, including some carved graffiti that has been there quite some time.
I climbed to the top of the formation, although it was tricky with my backpack, tripod, and walking poles, but there were nice views. A couple were up there already, eating their lunch.
The view back towards The Grey Ladies was a nice one, though probably not done justice by the XA3 on this occasions. The stone circle can be just made out in the centre of the frame if you look closely.
After a drink of water, and a careful descent, I took another short detour from my route, this time to another rock formation named Cratcliffe Tor. This is a popular spot for climbing and bouldering, and there were signs of this in evidence with dusty powder marks on the stones where people had sought places to get a grip.
Cratcliffe Tor is also the site of a hermitage dating to the 14th century. The small cave is now fenced off as it was being used as a shelter for climbers, but behind the fence it is just possible to make of a crucifix carved into the rock. You can just about see it on the second picture below about a third of the way from the top right of the image.
After visiting the hermitage, I made my way back to my route and began a descent down the hillside east of Robin Hood’s Stride, passing a bench bearing the name of someone called Hillary.
Looking back up the hill, the rock formation can still be seen above the trees. Another name for the location is Mock Beggar’s Mansion as, from a distance in the right light, it looks a little like a turreted house.
In the hilly Peak District countryside, the descent soon turned back to ascent, and I followed a steeper-than-it-looks lane past a couple of houses on the final stretch back to Elton.
A footpath branched away from the lane, taking me through a number of muddy fields. To my right the path was bordered by a fence and trees. A rope swing hung from one.
Another tree had seemingly absorbed a cable as it had grown, resulting in a shape in it’s trunk that reminded me of someone sucking spaghetti!
To the north, Robin Hood’s Stride and Cratcliffe Tor could still be seen peeping out of the ridge line.
I reached the brow of the hill I was climbing and could now see the houses and Church of Elton come into view.
As I walked back through the village to where my car was parked, I passed a man cleaning his car with a jet spray. He turned it off as he saw my approach, but I cheekily asked if he wouldn’t mind spraying my feet with it to remove the thick clods of mud attached to my boots. He was amused by the request, but I soon had clean (wet) boots again. 🙂
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