It is safe to say there will be no rhymes this week because nothing rhymes with orange. Lozenge is about as near as you can get with an online rhyming dictionary.
Left is the Prince of Orange pub on Warrington Street and Wellington Road, Ashton, named after the man who was to become William III of England and William II of Scotland and who also gave his name to the College of William and Mary in present day Willamsburg, Virginia and briefly to New York which was renamed New Orange in 1673 after the Dutch recaptured the city. Read more ›››
A simple gallery of some of my nature photos. Click for larger images. Read more ›››
On the day when the Chilean miners were freed after being trapped underground for two months, it is appropriate that my contribution to ABC Wednesday should be M is for Mining.
There were mines dotted all over the area where I grew up and where I live now, but it is hard to believe. There is little evidence that there were once great gashes in the earth where coal was hewn, apart from the odd housing estate disappearing through subsidence as an occasional reminder. Read more ›››
When I was looking for local lions, I located them lyin’ all over the locale. Not least on the Tameside coat of arms woven into the carpet at Ashton Town Hall that has two lions on it.
The one on the top holds a shield taken from the Greater Manchester coat of arms. The larger shield symbolises Tameside. The wavy blue diagonal represents the River Tame, the traditional county boundary, the wheatsheaf below for Cheshire and the red rose of Lancashire above. Read more ›››
Not entirely the gruesome subject you might expect. The subjects come from the area where I live and grew up and the first example shows that killings can be commercial as well as violent.
William Kenyon and Son was a company established in Dukinfield in 1866 to take advantage of the cotton driving rope which distributed power from a single steam engine across several floors of a cotton mill through a series of pulleys. Read more ›››
I’ve never quite worked out whether we chose Jack or he chose us. We first met at the Manchester Dogs’ Home in Harpurhey in 2001 on a family outing to find a companion for Bingo, our other stray.
There were quite a few candidates for our canine affections, but they all looked depressed and — there’s no other word for it — hangdog. But Jack stood four-square in his pen and looked us right in the eye as if to say, “And…?” Read more ›››
Which is something of a challenge because I live in Stockport which is quite a way from the sea, so I am having to be a little creative with my images.
This is a Google Earth image of the uninhabited Stockport Islands, part of the Canadian Arctic Archipelago in the territory of Nunavut. They were discovered by Admiral Sir George Back who named it after Stockport, the place of his birth. Read more ›››
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 ›››