I took this photograph at the end of last week, before the rains came, but even after endless weeks of near drought, the essential greenness prevails. This is not the England of red crosses paint-smeared on public buildings, but a place of balanced mellowness - a green and

Market stalls in Brighouse in the 1960s. Other than the little girl (who is probably just about to become a pensioner!) you can't see any faces. You don't need to. Your mind automatically fills in the missing detail. The faces lined by years of work. The complexions scarred by

This photograph was part of a collection of family photos. The only clue as to the subject is a date stamped on the back, 6th January 1929, and the name of the studio where it was taken, Jerome. Could it be my mother? The dates fit, and there was a branch of Jerome's in Bradford.

This is one of my favourite photographs from my walks around Halifax 55 years ago. When I took it, did I think I was capturing a world that was vanishing - a world of cobbled streets, gas lights and soot-stained stone terraces - or did I simply see it as an interesting

My visit to the Lake District concludes with this rather wonderful photograph of my Auntie Miriam taken on a boat there ninety or so years ago. Whilst Miriam's smile is, as always, engaging, my attention is immediately captured by the passenger in the rather wonderful hat.

I took this photograph in the Lake District more than forty years ago. How the bench came to be in the lake I cannot remember, but it was too good a photographic opportunity to miss, so I persuaded my wife and a friend to get their feet wet. Today we are back in the Lake District

The Halifax Charity Gala parade some sixty years ago. There was a lack of sophistication and a fair amount of amateurishness in terms of costume design, but they are fun to look back at now. My photographs at the time demonstrates a lack of sophistication and more than a fair

I have a very large box of unsorted, unwanted, and undocumented photographs which sits on my desk, and yesterday I dipped into it to get a photo so that I could check the connection between my scanner and my new computer. My choice was entirely random, but the result pleased me -

Holmfield Mill in Halifax - a photograph I must have taken in the late 1960s or early 70s. I had a summer job there at about that time, working as a "bobbin-ligger" - collecting used bobbins from around the mill and stacking them in pointless piles.

I am migrating programmes and files from my old computer to my new one, a process which, in terms of stress levels, is equivalent to moving house. Whilst waiting for a lengthy download to take effect, I started messing with an image file and ended up with this rather nice picture

The colour isn't particularly real - I must have added it at some stage in the fifty or so years since I took the original photograph. We tend, however, to think of Halifax back in the '60s and '70s in terms of black and white, forgetting that the mill-ponds could occasionally

In 1840, Matlock mill-owner John Smedley turned his back on "a life of excessive indulgence" and dedicated himself to religion and hydrotherapy. His original treatment rooms were replaced in the 1880s by this magnificent establishment, which continued to serve as an Hydro until

I thought a novel way of displaying this unique and priceless diamond necklace was to place it on top of a bush in our front garden. As I suspected, the beauty of the diamonds is perfectly offset by the raw simplicity of the foliage. Nature could never create anything as

This is a photograph of Bradford Road in Brighouse that I took back in the 1960s (back in the days when camera shutter speeds were too slow to freeze a passing wagon). Think of it as an exercise in nostalgia; a wistful version of Spot the Ball where you have to mark things that

Before you ask, let me say, I have no idea what is going on here. That, however, is the essence - and indeed, the joy - of collecting old and unwanted photographs. The only clue is a caption: "Andermatt 1924/25". Think of that as the film title, the photograph a still from the

I must have taken this photograph of the Old Lane Inn, Halifax, in the mid-1960s, by which time it had already closed. It briefly came back to life as Dicky Mints 20 years later, before closing again, and eventually, the building was demolished. The monumental bottle of beer

I took a photograph in Derbyshire the other day. It was nice, and I thought I might use it as a calendar image. I took a photograph in Yorkshire yesterday. It was nice, and it was Yorkshire. It's my calendar image.

This is one of those photos where I have to start drawing potential lines of sight in order to work out where I was standing (it was an awfully long time ago!). There's Whitaker's Brewery and there are (I think) the Albion Street flats. And there are numerous layers of industry,

And so we get to the conclusion of our little, week-long mystery tour, and the answer is, of course, Shibden Hall in Halifax. All the previous six photographs were taken there during the course of a recent visit there. Most people from these parts will be familiar with the

All In A Day: 6. Diary. One Final Clue - "Charles and James Howarth moved Adney‘s mahogany wardrobe and my large mahogany chest of drawers into tent room as also my paper drawers and oak cupboard – moved Adney’s 2 mahogany bureaus into the north parlour (north dining room) – busy