Streets of Cottonopolis
Somewhere in the Bradford district of Manchester, Wednesday 10th November 1971, possibly looking between two of the streets on the east side of Baslow Street, with my back to the railway. I wouldn't swear to it, but I walked around those parts and the streets met those at the other end at a slight angle, as we see here. I think most of these houses were still being lived in, but much of Bradford was vacant, boarded up or demolished. About to be rebuilt, I should say from the look of the area on Google Maps that it has been rebuilt again since. Baslow Street, which followed the east side of the railway, seems to have been reduced to a footpath. These days there is nothing much to distinguish the fabled northern metropolis from some daft southern place like ...oh, I don't know ...Luton. It's the loss of diversity, the homogeneity, that I hate so.
Streets of Cottonopolis
Somewhere in the Bradford district of Manchester, Wednesday 10th November 1971, possibly looking between two of the streets on the east side of Baslow Street, with my back to the railway. I wouldn't swear to it, but I walked around those parts and the streets met those at the other end at a slight angle, as we see here. I think most of these houses were still being lived in, but much of Bradford was vacant, boarded up or demolished. About to be rebuilt, I should say from the look of the area on Google Maps that it has been rebuilt again since. Baslow Street, which followed the east side of the railway, seems to have been reduced to a footpath. These days there is nothing much to distinguish the fabled northern metropolis from some daft southern place like ...oh, I don't know ...Luton. It's the loss of diversity, the homogeneity, that I hate so.