The Stubbing Wharf pub nestles between the Rochdale Canal and the River Calder in Hebden Bridge, Calderdale West Yorkshire.
Ted Hughes wrote a poem about it when he and Sylvia Plath were deciding where to live. They were not happy days for them and Hebden Bridge was in a state of decay.
An extract from the poem
“Between the canal and the river
We sat in the gummy dark bar.
Winter night rain. The black humped bridge and its cobbles
Sweating black, under lamps of drizzling yellow.
And the hillsides going straight up, the high woods,
Massed with tangled wintry wet, and the moorland
almost closing above us…….”
He would certainly find it a changed place. It is very busy and serves great beer, cider and good food. Canal narrow boat cruises also run from here and in July there is a cider festival.
This image shows how the wooded hillsides do indeed go straight up. The moors still close in on this narrow valley.
Canon 7d and canon 70-200 mm l lens. Two ND soft grads used. processed in cs4 and Viveza.
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