500 Words pieces

Two Petrol Pumps
David H Bridges

Little-shopped and unhorrored
Angie Cairns

Seedy river had fun
Lynn Breeze

Hebden Bridge Snapshot
Fenella Berry

The Bridge Parties
Brian Wells

Changing the world
Chris Reason

The Bridge Lanes community of yesterday
Leah Coneron

Home
Ruth Robson-King

Hebden Bridge My Tūrangawaewae
Jo Collinge

Communing with angels in the heart of the UK
June Smith

500 years this bridge has stood
Emma Timewell

Jake takes Billy for a walk
- Jason Elliott

Where there's brown rice, there's brass
- Daily Telegraph

4th funkiest town in the world
- highlife




500 Words pieces

Hebden: a Bridge between Worlds
Sarah L. Long

My spiritual home
Gill Smith

Star Reborn
Adrian Lord

Take it to the Bridge
Mike Barrett

"I want two queues!"
David Binns

The Long Haul
Rachel Pickering

The Bridge
Alastair Graham

Walking with History
Graham Ramsden

A pin in the map
Andi Butterworth

Extracts from a Tudor time travellerís letter
Frances Platt

Her Diverse Fun Day
Lynn Breeze

William Darney (maverick preacher)
Glyn Hughes

Breakfasting on the Bridge
Graham Barker

Hermetic Hebden
Hackwriters.com

Take it to the Bridge
- Leeds Guide

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Communing with angels in the heart of the UK

2003 we had a fire. We were living in a farmhouse at the time in Portugal. No running water and no electricity. Hence candlelight, hence fire. Seven acres of forest with a baby boy. I was ready to run baby in my arms. Luckily a partner (ex-Navy) with the nouse and wherewithal to put the fire out but the place unliveable. So, all things said and done we returned to Blighty. That’s after driving away down the very bumpy track and knocking our oil sump out of the Astra only to arrive at a cold hotel covered in black soot. Very stressful to say the least. Having sold up our flat in Edinburgh we were now homeless. So, we know someone in Hebden Bridge! Partner’s ex-wife is living in Hebden and thinks we will like it. Thinks we’ll fit in. We remember visiting once before, drinking in the Nutclough Inn and driving through a weird cobbled, film-set of a place called Heptonstall. She offers us a room and says we can come stay until we decide what to do next. 6 years later we’re still here albeit for some bobbing back and forth to Portugal. One thing I remember most about arriving here was telling our story to a lady who works in the library and how stressed I had been. All she said was that I was living an exciting life and that all she’d ever done was work in the library. I suppose it did make me feel better. So, 6 years now of learning complimentary therapies, meditating, being mum, going to the art college, walking in the trees and on the moors, cycling along the canal, finding bits of broken crockery in the river for mosaic-making, picking bilberries, blackberries and rosehips, writing and reading poetry outloud, singing in choirs or by myself, painting paintings, chalk drawing on the pavement, going to storytelling, gigs, festivals, 5 rhythms dance, yoga and communing with angels in the heart of the UK.

In the spar things are cheap
You know exactly where the kitkats are
And the blue bottle of Thunder cider
In Oasis things are open late
You can buy an aubergine
Or a pot of cottage cheese
In the co-op things are on promotion
Lazy chairs for the sun?
Packs of crumpets two for 50p
In the Oxfam trendy shoes are on offer
At Overgate things are now in a colour theme
There are silver high heel boots in the window at Shelter
Too big for you though
The Pink Crocodile has a closing down sale
The girl who works in the Old Treehouse is moving
Peaches café is still closed
If you want a 99p double chocolate cone
Queue outside the back of Copa house
Between the Indian and what used to be the bike shop
Head to Albert Street for ribbon or pots
Crown Street for bread, eggs, shallots,
Bridgegate for vitamins and umbrellas
Market Street for babyslings and soap
The canal for tea and ginger cake

Julie Rose Clark