Photo-a-Day  (Thursday, 16th July, 2020)

Clouds like galleons, a thousand more,
Cast on seas , far from shore
Bathed in sunlight, thrashed by rain,
blood born neighbour, slave grown train,
Silent witness, as you roll by ,
Galleon ships with a pirates lie..

Nice photo Dennis, I remember that the local farmer cum butcher Alf Leigh (Lee ?) lived there when I was a lad. Alf had two boys Jimmy and Alan. I can also remember he had a butchers shop at the finger Post, as small boys we were allowed to watch the beast being slaughtered and butchered, no H&S back then in the 50s. Alf also grew crops and in the autumn an old fashioned threshing machine would arrive, us kids would watch the activity threw the school railings. Thanks for the memory Dennis.

I remember that threshing machine Walt, it was powered by a long belt that ran from the machine to another vehicle that had a rear wheel removed and replaced by a pulley. I remember the hay being put in the top and the tied up bales coming out at the back.
I would have been about seven or eight at the time.

I remember Alf Lee's shop Dennis, sawdust on the floor, always busy.
My mum's cousin lives next door in the bungalow, her mum and dad, owned Landlords farm Dicconson Lane, along with my grandad Henry Walker.
Excellent photo, like how you've put the inset photo in for comparison ,good idea Dennis .

It is good to see the old chapel being lived in rather than left to rot. It looks a lovely house.

Must look out for this if it's on the 715 bus route, if it starts up again. Agree with Irene, good to see before and after photos.

I thought the 715 was back Veronica.Is it not? A petition went in from residents.Its dreadful there is no bus down Bolton Rd.Nice photo Dennis.Like Irene says it's a lovely house.

We lived in that white house that had previously been a church, we stayed there for a few years during the war and a little after that. We went to St Elisabeth's Church, and I remember the name of the Vicar, it was Eric Olaf Beard, and he had a good looking daughter (steady there) her name was Faith Iona Beard . He was a good sort we in the Scouts camped on the lawn for one night but got blown out of the tents ans soaked in the downpour, Then had to curl up in the study. Those were The Days.