?

?

Monday, 21 July 2014

Holdings Pottery revisited

What a difference 5 months makes! Since my last visit, the place had become totally overgrown with brambles, nettles and other such annoying foliage! Despite somebody doing some work in the garden next door, we were left alone for our visit. (AML accompanied me this time)

 
Not much had changed inside. It's still too dark and damp.

 
 
There are still several broken chairs with foliage starting to grow through them.
 
 
 
 
 
Just a bit more moss has grown on the arm chair.
 
 
 
Plenty of pottery making paraphernalia . . .
 
 
 
 
 
 
Machinery . . .
 
 
 
 
There is a fantastic view of the moors from the outhouse.
 
 
A headless statue left to rot . . .
 
 
 
One of several old cookers lying around.
 
 
This time I managed to get into the "house" part but sadly it was just too dark to get any decent shots, being tripod-less! Among the rubbish and clutter there are several personal effects lying around - a framed photograph of a family wedding, bills, and a graduation photograph. But my, is there some rubbish in there too!
 


Sad to see a business and home gone to waste. Beautiful setting on the windswept moors. Be careful if you decide to visit - the ceiling is ready to go and it's probably a death trap!
 

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Derelict Delph Mills

A wet Thursday in May. Grey skies and constant drizzle. Perfect day to explore derelict mills. Not! We should have spotted the signs when we drove past our first location - Failsworth Mill - now crawling with workmen on some sort of renovation project. Anyway we ended up in Delph and had a mooch around Bailey's Mill. We didn't actually get in the main building 'cos it involved a lot of climbing and the windows were securely boarded up with metal screens. There was still plenty to look at though.


 
The mill had been built between 1863 and 1871 and was owned by the Mallalieu Family. It was a woollen mill and was in use until January 2000.
 
 
There was the usual enormous chimney, with nature trying to take over.
 
 
 
 
Round the back of the mill. Note the metal screens boarding up the windows.
 
 
 
I was tempted to climb the ladder . . .
 
 
 
 
Bit of graffiti . .
 
 
 
 
Machinery inside the Boiler room . .
 
 
 
 
 

Inside the Weaver's shed . . . Just a shell of a building really.

 
 
 
Graffiti inside the Weaver's shed . . .
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I'm not crazy" . . . a sentiment that I had to remind myself while I was photographing the place in the drizzle!
 
 
 
 
 
 
The usual rusty padlock shot . . .
 
 
And so, having exhausted all possibilities of shots, we crossed the road to the next location. This was Gateshead Mill, used by Saddleworth Yarn Dyers until 2000. Apparently it had been used after that, but for what, I'm not sure.



The problem with this location was the fact that directly opposite is a local joinery company, with plenty of workers in and out of the building and looking at us, curiously from the windows. This stopped us from entering the second building, despite there being an inviting open window.

The one building that we did enter was a small empty warehouse . . .

 

 
 It was pretty grim inside - with an all-pervading smell of damp and dust that got into the back of your throat and lingered.
 
Damp, mouldy walls.
 
 
Unopened mail . . .

 
 
Butterfly caught in one of the many cobwebs . . .

 
Pamphlets turned into pulp from all the rain leaking in . . .
 



Undeterred, we moved on to W.H. Shaw Pallet Works. It looked promising, with a Grade 2 listed building (clock tower) Sadly this was inaccessible and alarmed.




We moved to round the back of the site. Again, next door was in use. The actual palletworks was beyond a yard full of concrete slabs . . .





Having negotiated this rocky landscape and climbed a wall and crawled through several hedges we discovered that this building is far too securely boarded up to gain access!

 
 

 
Our last location turned out to be the biggest disappointment of the day. Royd Mill is now just a heap of bricks, having been recently demolished!!!

It was time to call it a day.