A Glimpse into the Past: Old Lane Mill's Enduring Legacy

 Towering over Ovenden, Old Lane Mill stands as a powerful, silent witness to the industrial revolution that forged the identity of Halifax. Built in 1825, this mill is more than just an old building; it is a vital piece of history—the oldest surviving multi-storey, steam-powered, iron-framed textile mill in Halifax, and quite possibly, the entire UK.

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A Monument to Innovation

The mill was the brainchild of James Akroyd, a true visionary who was unafraid to embrace new technology. He incorporated ground breaking features for the time, including an iron frame and stone floors, which were essential to support the massive weight of the Jacquard looms he installed just two years after the mill's construction in 1827. These looms were the very first of their kind in Britain, and their arrival at Old Lane Mill marked a significant leap forward in textile production.

Despite its innovative, "fireproof" design, the mill was not invincible. A large fire tore through the building in 1905, causing extensive damage. Yet, the mill persevered, changing hands and purposes throughout the 20th century, even becoming part of the larger Dean Clough Mill complex.

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The Mill Today

Today, Old Lane Mill stands in a state of dereliction, its empty shell a haunting reminder of a bygone era. The ravages of time and vandalism are evident, but the building still whispers stories of its past. The stripped-out machinery and the distinctive features of the large engine house offer a compelling glimpse into the heart of what was once a thriving, bustling hub of industry.

The future of Old Lane Mill is uncertain, with its historical significance making it a subject of ongoing preservation efforts. Whether it will be lovingly restored or repurposed for a new life, the mill undoubtedly deserves to be cherished as an integral piece of Halifax's textile heritage.

Please note: The building is in an unsafe state. It is not recommended to enter or explore Old Lane Mill. The exterior photos featured in this post were taken from a safe, ground-level position. For a look inside, you can find excellent videos and photos from urban explorers online.

I was in the area on the 15th April 2015 and visited the mill. The pictures were taken using a polaroid is2132 bridge camera, clicking on any of them should open a link in another window to my Colin Green Photography store on Zazzle.

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Venice: A City of Timeless Beauty

There is no city quite like Venice. It's a place that seems to float on the water, a labyrinth of winding canals, ancient bridges, and hidden alleyways. My visit in October 2018 revealed a city that is as breathtaking by day as it is enchanting by night, a place where every corner holds a new discovery.

Wandering through the streets, you're constantly reminded that this city is a work of art in itself. The architecture is magnificent, from the grand facade of the Church of Santa Maria dei Carmini, with its distinctive bell tower, to the elegant rooftops that seem to cascade toward the canals. The famous Bridge of Sighs stands as a solemn monument, its intricate design a contrast to the tragic history it represents.

But it's not just the famous landmarks that captivate you. It's the smaller, more intimate moments. The quiet beauty of a canal, where a boat rests gently on the water, or the vibrant energy of a local shopping street at night, with storefronts glowing like beacons on the cobbled streets. Even the less-polished parts of the city have a unique charm, like the whimsical mermaid graffiti that adds a splash of unexpected colour to a weathered wall.

The city has a different persona after dark. The lamp posts of the Ponte de Sann Paternian cast a warm, golden light onto the water and the surrounding buildings, transforming the scene into a moody, romantic painting. The shadows deepen, and the sounds of the day fade, leaving you with a sense of peace and a deeper connection to the city's ancient soul.

From the bustling energy of Campo Sant'Angelo to the solemn beauty of the Monument to Victor Emmanuel II, Venice is a city of contrasts. It is a testament to human creativity and resilience, a place where history feels alive in every stone and every ripple of the water. These photos capture just a few of the countless moments of magic this city offers, a timeless beauty that remains long after the trip is over.

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Church of Santa Maria dei Carmini bell tower.

Bridge of Sighs.

Camp Sant'Angelo.

Cassa de Risparmio di Venezia.

Church of Sant'Angelo Bell Tower.

Hotel Cavalletto.

Victor Emmanuel II Monument.

Ponte de Sann Paternian.

Spiral Staircase at the San Marco Palace Hotel.

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Lost to the Trees: Unearthing History in Jumble Hole Clough

There’s a unique feeling that comes from stumbling upon a forgotten corner of history, a place where nature has begun to reclaim what was once a bustling part of human life. On May 4, 2022, I had one of those moments while walking through Jumble Hole, a wooded valley that meanders down from Blackshaw Head toward Eastwood, tucked between Hebden Bridge and Todmorden.

The valley is carved by the Jumble Hole Clough, a waterway historically known as Blackshaw Clough. This stream is more than just a scenic feature; it's a boundary steeped in history, traditionally marking the line between the counties of Yorkshire and Lancashire. More importantly, it was the lifeblood of a small, industrious community. Its waters once powered several mills, and scattered dwellings lined its banks, housing the people who worked and lived there. The stream even had a spiritual significance, used for baptisms by the nearby Nazebottom Baptist Church.

As I followed a path alongside the water, I passed over an old stone bridge, its arch gracefully spanning the clough. The sound of the water cascading over the rocks and a small waterfall was a peaceful soundtrack to the green, moss-covered landscape. But my eyes were drawn away from the rushing water and towards the hillside. Tucked into the lush greenery, I saw the stone remains of a building, a silent witness to a time gone by.

I had to investigate. Pushing through the undergrowth, I found myself standing before the ruins of what was once a home. The most striking feature was a stone fireplace, still standing strong despite the roof and walls having long since collapsed. Covered in a thick layer of green moss and surrounded by new growth, it felt like a monument to a lost world. The fireplace, once the warm heart of a home, now stands open to the elements, a somber reminder of a community that faded into history.

Exploring Jumble Hole Clough is like stepping back in time. It’s a place where the past isn't just a story in a book; it’s a tangible presence, waiting to be rediscovered by those who take the time to wander off the beaten path. These forgotten ruins and stone bridges serve as a powerful link between the valley’s industrial past and its wild, beautiful present.

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Inside the abandoned dwelling I found. This artwork is based on
a photo that can be seen below.

Jumble Hole Clough.

Jumble Hole Clough, the abandoned dwelling is just to the right
of the picture.

Another artwork of the inside of the abandoned dwelling.

The abandoned dwelling, it was the top of the fireplace, just visible
that made me go and take a look around.

Jumble Hole Clough weir.

The photo of the fireplace my artworks are based on.

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Lost to the Valley: A Walk Around Staups Mill

The air feels thick with history here, damp and heavy. You can feel it in the air and see it in the rich greens that cling to every surface. I’ve come to explore the ruins of Staups Mill, a place lost to time in the quiet of a West Yorkshire valley.

Staups Mill, originally called Starling Mill, was a cotton mill built in the late 18th century. It relied on the force of Blackshawhead Clough for power, a stream that then marked the border between Lancashire and Yorkshire. It’s now more commonly known as Jumble Hole Clough.

As I walked down the path, the sound of the rushing water was a constant companion. It was this same water that seems to have sealed the mill's fate. On September 24, 1896, a dam collapsed, sending a torrent of water down the clough and severely damaging the mill. The story, for all intents and purposes, ends there. All that remains are the moss-covered stone walls that now stand as a monument to the past.

The ruins themselves are impressive, but they're also a reminder of the wild, untamed nature of this landscape. The landowner has put up signs and planted trees to prevent people from getting too close, a sensible move given the unstable appearance of the remaining structure. While I was careful to respect the boundaries and didn't attempt to get closer, I do wish I could have photographed the mill from the other side, where Jumble Hole Clough flows right up to it.

On my way back, a couple of thoughts struck me. First, why on earth would they have built a mill so far out here? It's a long way from the nearest settlements, making the daily commute and the transport of goods a significant challenge. Second, I couldn't help but think about the mill workers of the 18th and 19th centuries. Heading to and from work in the bleak winter months must have been an incredibly harsh existence.

The beauty of the area now stands in stark contrast to the hardship of that era. The woodland steps, the giant moss-covered boulders, and the stunning bluebells dotting the hillside all create an atmosphere of quiet, natural beauty. It’s a place where history and nature have merged into one, and the past is slowly being reclaimed by the earth.

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Jumble Hole Clough flowing past Staups Mill, this was as close as I got to the
ruins and due to careful camera cropping it looks a lot closer than it was.

I thought this picture had a similar look to the ones of the Amityville House,
with the 2 windows like eyes at the top.

One of the streams flowing off the surrounding moors and fields into
Jumble Hole Clough, at one time this would have been me stood in
Lancashire looking across to Yorkshire.

The path away from the mill towards Blackshawhead.

I have recently been made aware that the remains of Staups Mill have been demolished.

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Chasing the Light: A Coastal Hike to Far del Moscarter, Ibiza

In the summer of 2014, amidst the sun-drenched shores of Portinatx, Ibiza, I decided to trade poolside lounging for a coastal adventure. My mission? To hike to the iconic lighthouse, Far del Moscarter, a journey of approximately 2.5 miles (4 kilometers) from my hotel, Club Vista Bahia.

Let's be honest, the hotel wasn't exactly a highlight of the trip. While the sunsets were undeniably spectacular, painting the sky with fiery hues, the rest left much to be desired. Unmotivated staff, uninspired food, and a less-than-pristine environment contributed to a somewhat lackluster experience. (And, I've since heard it's closed its doors – hardly surprising!) But this isn't a hotel review; it's a tale of a rewarding walk.

Setting out along the rugged coastline, the heat was a tangible presence, but the allure of the sea breeze and the promise of panoramic views kept me going. A slight detour through a shady woodland area added an unexpected element of adventure, and after a brief navigational challenge, the stark white tower of Far del Moscarter finally came into view.

And what a view it was! Perched dramatically on the edge of the coastline, the lighthouse offered breathtaking vistas of the shimmering Mediterranean Sea. It's easy to see why this spot is so beloved.

Far del Moscarter, a beacon of light since 1977, stands tall as the highest lighthouse in the Balearic Islands, with a focal plane of 52 meters. Construction of this impressive structure began in 1975, and its design is refreshingly minimalist. Unlike many traditional lighthouses, Far del Moscarter was built as a fully automated tower, lacking any residential quarters. Its sleek concrete form, devoid of unnecessary embellishments, speaks to its functional purpose.

The journey to the lighthouse, captured with my trusty Polaroid is2132 bridge camera on July 9th, 2014, was a reminder of the simple joys of exploration. Sometimes, the best experiences are found when you step away from the predictable and venture into the unknown. Clicking any of the images below should open a link in another window to my Colin Green Photography store on Zazzle.

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