Accrington, there’s a name redolent in history, a place famous for textiles, Nori* bricks, a footy team called Stanley and the Pals brigades ( ill fated volunteers in WW1). Oh and the local museum has one of the best collections of Tiffany glass outside of the US.
There’s nothing over sentimental or consciously beautiful about the town, it wears its Edwardian dress with a swagger that once policed an empire, public buildings have a certain pomp, but underneath the facade and round the back alleys things are often a little more Dickensian, less sure.
This is a picture of an unremarkable litte ginnel as they call them in the North of England, a passage way between two blocks of buildings, under a huge railway viaduct.
It might be a tourist attraction in years to come….
If you are ever in the area try Garth Dawson’s camera shop, it still sells film cameras and you can buy a good second hand Nikon or Canon for a cool price. I was tempted. And they have a great technician on the premises. My Nikon D70 was full of dust, they cleaned it within an hour of dropping it in, and it only cost me fifteen quid… bargain
This picture was taken on a Fuji 602Z whilst the D70 was getting spruced up.
*NORI Bricks, there’s a funny story behind this,probably not true but one often told in neighbouring Rossendale. In the nineteenth century the town had many brick works which supplied the raw material to construct the dark Satanic mills of places like Manchester, Rochdale, Oldham, Wigan and the dank insanitary boarding houses and cheap hotels of Blackpool and Lytham.
One maunufacturer was called the IRON brickworks and they had a huge chimney a few hundred feet high and naturally it was made of brick.
The plan was to write “Iron” in white faced bricks against the red of the chimney. Yes you guessed it the brick layers worked from the base up and began to spell out I.R.O.N. they laid the I first, then the R and so on to the N, but when they stood back it read NORI from top to bottom!