Photo-a-Day  (Friday, 1st December, 2023)

Very cosy and warm Winter photo, all it needs in a roaring coal/log fire.
Can you imagine sitting in front of a real fire with a large glass of sherry and snowing heavy outside.
Nowt better.

Does not look inviting and the potholes don't help. There are plenty of windows for natural light but is it bright inside?

Is that the lodge you come to when walking along Leyland Mill Lane? I think it changes to Hall Lane at some point. It's many years since I went along there. I can imagine the house being cosy at night on the inside, but rather creepy outside on Winter nights.

Anyone with a camera between Pendlebury Bridge and Arley Aqueduct at Red Rock might get an interesting pic - the Canal & River Trust have sent out an alert of a vehicle partly in the coal thereabouts....

I bet its lovely and cosey inside. Wonder if they still have open fires to go with those chimneys?

The coals were well ablaze now , glowing with amber vigour and those who had not sat by the open fire before felt they were like cavemen experiencing a new discovery . They gazed at in wonder as the orange bayonets hissed and snapped then sparked up the chimney like a necklace .
They learnt it hurt if you got too close . No radiator was ever like this .

Then the tawny liquid spilt into the glasses . The colour of old gold and sepia sun .

It was hard to see through the window for it's opaque with frost . Someone opens the door just to see what it's like out .
The trees , lit by the cold moon are coral white . A soft snow flurry kisses the hard sparkling pavement . Then a shout from inside , a song , no doubt Garry , like D'artagnan with the poker ,

Close that door and sip some more
Sherry by the fires roar ,
Come back inside to my cosy hearth ,
Peace and good will to all on earth .

I doubt it Colin, the government are trying desperately to stop fossil fuel. The owners might have a visit from those annoying activists.

Rev David Long, If Mick hadn't spit his dummy out a few weeks ago, I bet we would have had one from him of this police incident.

A terrible place to live, because you get a lot of yobs in the plantations at night, and you get loads of noisy dogs walkers, who slam their car doors at all hours, then let their dogs, sometimes as many as six, to run loose.Then when its really dark you get couples  who play around with one another on the back seats of other couples cars with the interior lights on.

I like it Poet.

Poet, that was a nice thought, you might look outside today and think ‘What Climate Change’.
Having said that I am sat in my own home in front of a very authentic electric log fire with a very cold but warming glass of Spiced Rum and Coke watching A Place In The Sun!

Poet, your lines remind me of those days in house in Harrogate street in the early fifties.
My two older brothers and I would sit in front of cast iron range with blazing coal fire, radio turned off and listening avidly and sometimes scared of his stories, Oveltines in hand.

My old neighbour had a coal fire and the ashes he was left with went into the potholes around the backs. They came in very useful plus my living room wall on his side was warm to the touch as well. RIP Mr H. I learned a lot from him gardening wise he certainly knew all there was to know about growing your own!

Give me central heating anytime.

Poet..you're well and truly missing your way..
Re fires,I know they're not good for the environment but there's nothing like sitting in front of a coal fire or even a log fire.thats my opinion anyway.

Deep is my snow , deep is my memory…

A Liverpool arrival ,
who never saw snow ,
coming from somewhere ,
now long ago
What was she thinking
as she saw the snow land
coming from somewhere
she had borne in her hand
Eyes through a porthole
then snow on her face
a penny for the thoughts
of one on this place …
for HoT …

Veronica, a lovely story and yes remember the ashes very well with the potholes.
It's what you might call recycling.

I would't like to live there no matter how cosy it looks, as I'd rather have somewhere with more privacy, and the dog walkers aren't the problem at all Tom as they've gone before sunset. It's those folk who go up there later in the evenings and night time just to cause bother with the folks who go along there to meet up with others, that's often when the trouble begins, it became so bad the police were monitoring Hall Lane with cameras and patrolling every so often. Thing is Bernard who lives there was always saying he never heard anything, though the times he was breeding Golden Retrievers he would then at odd times hear them barking, though the last I heard he wasn't too good, so how he is keeping now I haven't heard.

Exactly Sandra, I too remember the trouble with going outside for coal, and then getting a fire to light and then there's emptying ashes with dust getting everywhere, and then you have to practically sit on the fire with all the heat going up the chimney and causing acid rain to fall in Scotland and Sweden.

Maureen I welcome your opinion and in my opinion your right.

I'm sitting in front of a log fire, which is very cosy and lovely to look at, the downside is cutting wood and bringing it indoors every day.

Lovely photo - very atmospheric. I agree with you Irene that it does look a bit creepy at night.

Creepy don't bother me one bit, I'd live there even if it was in the middle of a cemetery.
A few glasses of sherry and you fear nowt.

Well Garry, if in a house in the middle of a cemetery it'd be certain that the neighbours wouldn't be bothering you.

Tom…how do you know all that you say goes on

I was wondering that too Roylew! ;o))
Especially “on the backseats of other’s cars”!

Poet, that was lovely. You should write a book. e, I like you're poems too...I used to love sitting in front of the Coal fire when I was young, and watching all the images dancing in the flames. I want a sherry now Garry I've had the heating on ages today, and I'm still freezing!!!!