Friday, 18 April 2014

Naylor Jennings, West Yorkshire - April 2014

You can't go far wrong on a drive thru Yorkshire, always something to see and having just left Otley I found myself leafing the pages of my little yellow book of derp and stuff.

The yellow book was part of bulk buy of pocket books from Sainsburys, they didn't do black and I didn't fancy the shocking pink - 48p reduced from £3.50 a bargain with Nectar Points thrown in.

My yellow book is my bible of stuff and every one should have one (or 4 in my case), it has postcodes, addresses, even longitude and latitude in some cases given I'm a geek.

"Naylor Jennings, 2.8 miles", a u-turn was made and we aborted some WW2 thing we had spotted from the car earlier.

From the outside the To Let sign was a tad misleading, this couldn't be the same Naylor Jennings I had read about ???


But it was, mass satanic mill type stuff thrashed to an inch of its life.

Blood had been spilt on a careless entry but our intrepid explorers continued, only pausing to bid good day to some passing graffiti artists and later to adjust the tourniquet on the near mortal wound.




Its a bit maze like in places and a bit of a knacker, but still retains some charm which I'm guessing the local householders don't appreciate.





Overall, it was a not bad little mooch and another tick in the yellow book (with its newly blood splattered design).

I just wish I'd given the place just a little more time to explore.

- visited with Urban Spaceman.

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Lawns Wood Cemetery - April 2014

Just passing en-route and we dropped in, not sure how I got to know about this place but some cracking shots to be had in this cemetery which sits on the outskirts of Otley, West Yorkshire.



This cemetery has some very unusual headstones and memorials...


The door, slightly open waiting for someone to enter or perhaps leave ?


Now if I had seen that as a child I would have shit myself and had sleepless nights for months.

So we carried on walking, not far, until we found this memorial, no Bart Simpson or similar engraved on this one.






We continued, sadly our search for the Weeping Angels was in vain, but the search will continue.



Just don't blink as you press the shutter....

Friday, 28 March 2014

Hartford Mill, Oldham - March 2014

We went to Oldham.

Oldham is a bit like Bolton, but a little more shit.

As you drive up the motorway towards the wonderful town of Oldham the vast Hartford Mill comes into view and slowly towers the outskirts of the town with its huge chimney.

Built in 1907 and abandoned 1992, this Grade II listed building has sadly been approved for demolition as it overshadows new housing developments in the area.

Hartford Mill, Oldham



In we walked, as you do, an empty shell of a building yet full of charm.

Hartford Mill, Oldham

 Hartford Mill, Oldham

Hartford Mill, Oldham

Up top, with a great big hole in the roof.

Hartford Mill, Oldham

Hartford Mill, Oldham - the view from






Time is running out for this old Hartford Mill, the much promised demolition looms (it has for years to be honest but the end is now nigh) so be quick if your planning to go - it is worth it just for the views up top of Manchester and the Pennine Hills alone.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

A Closed Synagogue - March 2014

Visited with Judderman and ZerO81 - a planned day out for weeks, should add that this was a very, very late Plan B.

So Plan B, Plan A having suffered a fire the day before - fire and pillage (and the Daily Mail) are currently pissing me off.

I'm not a fan of religion, but the buildings are always worth a look.

So we popped down the motorway, as you do, to this lovely little tourist resort of a disused synagogue which closed a good few years back and now sits fighting the elements.



The place had been leaking left right and centre, wooden floors lifting.



Time for some close up stuff, having remembered to bring my overly expensive macro lens that I never use.






Given the number of photographers visiting this place, things move around - such as the wheelchair, which moved at least 4 times during my brief visit.





Into the main hall






And finally a bit of Nigella in the caretaker's room.


Something a little special this one, a bit of tourist spot but a gem of a place.