This is a continuation of last week’s post, moving from the village of Gee Cross to the town of Hyde that it is now part of.
Hyde is one of the towns in the far north east of Cheshire known as the panhandle because of the way it sticks out, surrounded by the counties of Lancashire, Derbyshire and Yorkshire as you can see from this 1840 map. Read more ›››
Gee Cross was where me and Mrs P first set up home, where our kids enjoyed their early years and where little Miss P first went to school. It is a ‘village’ in north east Cheshire that has been around since Doomsday, but was subsumed into the township of Hyde.
This week a few G photographs from Gee Cross: Read more ›››
My ABC Wednesday post is inspired by this photo which appeared on my daughter’s Facebook page last week — F is for Fish!
It was taken at the Two Oceans Aquarium in Cape Town where she is teaching at the moment. The name obviously honours the Atlantic and Indian Oceans which meet at the Cape. They had a pool where you could touch starfish, sea urchins, sponges, and other furry things that she couldn’t remember having been too busy taking photos. Read more ›››
Here is a photo of an elephant in our garden. I’ve cheated by knocking back the colour to make it less like grass and more savannah-like, but I’m kidding no-one. The elephant statue actually stands about six inches tall and belongs to my son.
I’m not sure where it was made, possibly China, but whoever designed it probably created it from an amalgam of images. It has the ceremonial dress of an Indian elephant, minus the howdah, but the large ears and tusks of its African cousin. Read more ›››
Or rather the ducks plural that gave the town of Dukinfield its name and where I grew up, or as grown up as I’ve ever managed to get.
Dukinfield means the ‘open land of the ducks’ from the Old English duce and feld. There is another theory that it translates as ‘field of the raven’ from the Norse, daken, and that the Vikings were defeated in battle here, but this has been largely dismissed. Read more ›››
Which is a bit of a cheat as it is generally spelt with a K not a C. But the Greek island of Kos can be spelt Cos, as in Cos Lettuce, and it gives me an excuse to showcase a Cincopa collection of ‘C is for’ photos taken there or thereabouts. Read more ›››
Not very original, but appropriate nonetheless as the Bee is the symbol of my home city of Manchester, birthplace of the Industrial Revolution. This post begins and ends with Bees.
The mosaic on the left can be found at the entrance of Manchester Town Hall and represents the hive of industry the city became. Not to mention the pollution and deplorable working and living conditions. Read more ›››
A is for Abracadabra
A magical word special to me as an anklebiter after I was given a David Nixon set set for my seventh or eight birthday.
Nixon was born in 1919 and like many of his generation, he found his way into entertainment through Entertainments National Service Association in the Second World War. Read more ›››