Showing posts with label Gas Works Bridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gas Works Bridge. Show all posts

Monday, 25 August 2025

November 2015: When the Calder Roared in Sowerby Bridge

The air in Sowerby Bridge felt different in November 2015. It was a time of unease, a prelude to a significant weather event that would forever be etched in the memories of those who lived there. These sepia-toned images, with their soft, melancholic feel, capture that moment of heightened tension, a time when the River Calder was not the familiar, tranquil waterway but a powerful, surging force.

Standing at Mearclough Bridge, the first thing that strikes you is the sheer volume and speed of the water. It's a churning, brown torrent, consuming its banks and threatening to reclaim the land it once sculpted. The normally visible riverbed is now a distant memory, and the water level has risen ominously high against the old mill building, its submerged windows like dark, gaping eyes. The sepia filter, far from diminishing the drama, adds a sense of timelessness, as if this isn't just a recent event but a recurring story in the valley's history. The leafless trees, with their stark, skeletal branches, seem to echo the stark reality of the rising water, a silent witness to the river's power.

Further upstream, at the Gas Works Bridge, the landscape presents a similar, unsettling picture. The river, viewed from the pedestrian bridge, fills the entire width of the valley. The usual calm flow has been replaced by a relentless, turbulent rush. In the distance, the iconic chimney on the hillside stands like a lonely sentinel, a silent observer of the unfolding drama. The sepia tone lends a painterly quality to the scene, highlighting the textures of the water and the silhouette of the trees against the grey, moody sky.

Looking towards the bridge itself, the images reveal the water lapping dangerously high against its stone arches. It’s a testament to the bridge's enduring strength and the skill of its builders that it stands firm against such pressure. The river, a character in its own right, is asserting its dominance, forcing us to remember that we are guests in its valley, and it is a powerful host.

These photographs are more than just records of a flood. They are a poignant reminder of the vulnerability and resilience of our communities. They speak of the raw power of nature and the way it can transform the familiar into something alien and threatening. They capture the quiet suspense of a town waiting, a community holding its breath before the events of December would truly test its mettle. These images, softened by time and the sepia filter, are a beautiful and haunting chronicle of a turbulent November in Sowerby Bridge.

I took these pictures on the 15th November 2015, approx. 6 weeks before the Calder Valley was devastated by flooding. They were taken with a Polaroid is2132 camera.

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November 2015: When the Calder Roared in Sowerby Bridge

The air in Sowerby Bridge felt different in November 2015. It was a time of unease, a prelude to a significant weather event that would fore...