Yesterday started off as a pretty nice day. We arrived in the neighbouring town of
Huddersfield early, and called in at the Saturday market, which is always worth a visit. Like many places in the north of England, Huddersfield is a once grand and prosperous town, which has been in decline for a very long time, but it's still a nice place in my opinion. This is the train station, with a statue to one of Britain's former prime ministers, who was born in the town.
After going to the market, we went for coffee and a toasted teacake, and then set out to walk up the canal to one of Huddersfiel's small satellite towns and villages, which were built around the cloth and woolen mills, which once gave the town its prosperity. The day had started off breezy, and the cold, biting wind, with some rain, only got worse as we walked, totally putting paid to my plans to get some slingshot practice on the way, and to test out a new wood stove set-up.
We arrived at our destination,
Slaithwaite, a little battered by the wind, but in reasonable time, and I decided to pick up a couple of loaves from the excellent
bakery there - one of their Sourdough loaves and a slab of rosemary and sea-salt focaccia.
After visiting a local antique shop, where I bought a watch-chain, and with the weather deteriorating, we boarded a bus to take us over the hills to another local town,
Holmfirth.
After a nice lunch, and a quick look around the town, we decided to return to Leeds via
Wakefield. While it has to be one of the least attractive places in the north of England, Wakefield was on our way home, and I fancied visiting the antiques centre there. The journey over the Yorkshire hills and dales is a pleasant one, but as we started approaching the city itself, we ran into bad traffic. After 20 minutes of shuffling along, during which time I'd suggested getting off and walking several times already, we saw a couple of fire-engines arrive. With the high winds, I thought that they may have come to an incident related to a fallen tree, but soon after, we began to see black smoke appearing. A search on the internet indicated that there was a very
large fire close by, and directly on our route. More fire-engines arrived, forcing the traffic onto the pavement. The bus clearly wasn't going anywhere, so I eventually managed to shoe-horn my companion out of her seat, and off of the bus
Other passengers got off, and as we began to walk into Wakefield, we began to see police officers wearing smoke-masks. The fire was some distance away, but the strong winds were pushing the smoke in our direction, and it had a pungent smell. One of the cops warned us that the smoke contained asbestos, and advised us to get out of the area as quickly as possible. We crossed the road, and quickly made our way through already deserted residential streets for half a mile or so, when I took a couple of pics.
We headed on, through an industrial estate, following a winding lane which took us alongside the river.
We were more than a mile away from where we'd started by now. We could see the smoke in the distance getting worse, and the wind direction changing, one minute blowing in our direction, the next blowing directly towards the city centre. Unfortunately, there was no bridge to cross the river, so we had to head back in the direction of the smoke to find one. We crossed over, and continued to move away from the smoke, with the air getting noticeably clearer. I took a few photos of this interesting old chapel (this is a different river here).
The wind had changed again, and the smoke had gotten worse, and we could see the city centre wreathed in smoke. The traffic was completely gridlocked. We walked on through empty streets, trying to stay as far away from the smoke as possible. I then realised we were near the city's lesser railway station, and we headed towards it, with light smoke around us. At the old station, there were a few people, with their faces covered, trying to escape the smoke. A woman came in to tell us the city centre had been evacuated. Fortunately, a train came 10 minutes later, and we were able to get away, though we could still see the smoke even from the suburbs of Leeds.
They're still putting the fire out in Wakefield, and I'm still coughing, but I do need to get on with my work, so sorry for a very hurried report, and have a good day folks, I'll try to catch up fully later