Back alleys, still in evidence when you drive through Bradford or viewed from the train from Stockport to Manchester Piccadilly on the East Coast Pennine Express.
It would be quite interesting to film the Queen going in through one of those gates, to inspect the yard.
The expression on her Maj’s royal countenance would be priceless beyond compare.
Yes, that would be a brilliant scenario—-if only eh!
Her Maj probably doesn’t even know what a backyard is but she would soon find out when she was faced with a pigeon loft complete with smelly moulting birds, old trainers sat on the windowsill to ‘air’ or a pyramid of fag ends piled up by the backdoor step 😀
She’s probably looked curiously down from the royal Bentley through the p*ssing December rain at some down-on-his-luck guy sleeping rough in a John Lewis doorway before now, and said to her valet something like;
I love it. Anything with blue. (NOT the f*****g tories.) I’d get out there with a tin of some wonderful blue, and some white for the gate. Blue and white. That’s so lovely.
A xx
If I was being a bit of an old romantic I would say they look like downmarket beach huts but honestly when I looked at them I saw outside loos!! OMG and now I remember the one my Nan had at her house, bloody freezing it was and always full of spiders
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Back alleys, still in evidence when you drive through Bradford or viewed from the train from Stockport to Manchester Piccadilly on the East Coast Pennine Express.
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Sure, and Asian-owned terraced properties especially I notice, seem determined to cheer up the grey post-industrial landscape with garish abandon.
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Aaah, a northern stately home! —–i wonder which days it’s open for tours :))
I know i’m northern but even i would draw the line at painting the backstreet wall!
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It would be quite interesting to film the Queen going in through one of those gates, to inspect the yard.
The expression on her Maj’s royal countenance would be priceless beyond compare.
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Yes, that would be a brilliant scenario—-if only eh!
Her Maj probably doesn’t even know what a backyard is but she would soon find out when she was faced with a pigeon loft complete with smelly moulting birds, old trainers sat on the windowsill to ‘air’ or a pyramid of fag ends piled up by the backdoor step 😀
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She’s probably looked curiously down from the royal Bentley through the p*ssing December rain at some down-on-his-luck guy sleeping rough in a John Lewis doorway before now, and said to her valet something like;
“Why is he poor”?
And we’re supposed to look up to the monarchy..
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reminds me of that famous royal comment ‘No bread? then let them eat cake!’:D
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You’re right – who says it’s grim up north? Nice shot
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Thanks Stan ..yet a bit like the tourist postcard, it fails to demonstrate the same scene on a horizontal sleet day in January.
That’s grim – believe.
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I love it. Anything with blue. (NOT the f*****g tories.) I’d get out there with a tin of some wonderful blue, and some white for the gate. Blue and white. That’s so lovely.
A xx
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I like your photos of buildings best.
I used to sit on a similar wall at my nans house. she had a mangle in the yard.
why would anyone paint it that shade of blue? surely wedgwood blue would be more upmarket.
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If I was being a bit of an old romantic I would say they look like downmarket beach huts but honestly when I looked at them I saw outside loos!! OMG and now I remember the one my Nan had at her house, bloody freezing it was and always full of spiders
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They were real ‘Nans in those days!
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Yep none of this career woman crap lol
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