tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post5448390258430481632..comments2024-03-28T13:06:29.793+00:00Comments on conradwalks: Bronte Way 4Sir Hughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17908756392825206914noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-14825641063837838722018-06-13T09:10:26.100+01:002018-06-13T09:10:26.100+01:00BC - and ALL - only just caught up with these comm...BC - and ALL - only just caught up with these comments as I am still not receiving email notification on most, so I have to trawl back through my posts, and if comments have been made some time after the post it is possible I don't trawl back far enough. Anyway, BC you have prior knowledge, but our two takes will always bring up differences, and so I look forward to your versions.<br /><br />-----------------<br /><br />Ruth - I'm hoping you are going to be on your bike before too long - should be interesting.<br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />Mark - It is surprising how one can feel to be in remote, verdant countryside with peace and quiet in this West Riding, supposedly industrial landscape.Sir Hughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17908756392825206914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-70758976622109227462018-06-12T23:13:56.931+01:002018-06-12T23:13:56.931+01:00On the map this looks decidedly unpromising, but y...On the map this looks decidedly unpromising, but your photos show that my assumptions in that regard were unfounded. Looking forward to the last instalment.Markhttp://www.beatingthebounds.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-24718798162077109542018-06-12T07:17:11.401+01:002018-06-12T07:17:11.401+01:00So glad you’re back on the road (or, should I say,...So glad you’re back on the road (or, should I say, path) and enjoyed reading this. Well done to BC for working out the logistics. Very tricky sometimes, as I know only too well 😄Ruth Livingstonehttp://www.coastalwalker.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-29032111887595333342018-06-11T19:10:29.210+01:002018-06-11T19:10:29.210+01:00Brilliant. Can't wait for Day 5.Brilliant. Can't wait for Day 5.bowlandclimberhttp://bowlandclimber.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-51391729383441858522018-06-11T16:08:56.905+01:002018-06-11T16:08:56.905+01:00RR - steady yourself. We end up in Bradford itself...RR - steady yourself. We end up in Bradford itself.Sir Hughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17908756392825206914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365582190126322848.post-71071519556045032822018-06-11T16:01:14.737+01:002018-06-11T16:01:14.737+01:00I was thrown into profound reflection by this post...I was thrown into profound reflection by this post. As an ex-Bradfordian I tried to imagine Thornton, Brighouse and, especially, Shelf as "places to go to" - voluntarily. Pure prejudice, of course; I've been through them but they have left behind not a shred of identity. To me they are simply destinations on the front of buses. <br /><br />I can of course diddle around with them as words. A play written by a guy now living in the South, the Deep South perhaps: A Streetcar Named Wibsey. Brighouse is one of those pronunciation traps West Riding residents love setting for off-cumd-uns; "It's called Briguss," they say triumphantly, not noticing that no one seems to care. As to Shelf the possibilities are infinite: to name a suburb after the most anonymous item of furniture shows that Bradfordians are not without a sense of irony. But is it conscious irony? Another play, dating back to the kitchen-sink period, comes to mind: On the shelf in Shelf. An unemployed mill-girl, still wearing her grannie's clogs, is the up the spout from a travelling salesman from Ossett and daren't tell the head of the family whom, she suspects, is not her father but probably her sister.<br /><br />"Pleasant lanes," you note, lead to Thornton. No doubt. For a brief moment I thought you'd caught the irony bug ("It is surprising that Thornton has not made more of its tourist potential...") but then it turns out you're serious. "Virtually unchanged since the eighteenth century," you say gesturing towards the stocks, the public manacles, the gibbet and the castle (for the rich man to inhabit).<br /><br />But I'm no better. I set my novel, Blest Redeemer, in Bradford and I had the devil's own job reining back a tendency towards extremes. Babies cooked alive in Wyke, that sort of thing. What on earth can you have in mind for Day 5?Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com