retiredmartin

June 2024. Huddersfield.

A short break from pubs as I check out the tourist attractions in (possibly) our premier textile town.

Sadly, they’re not marked on the Huddopoly flyer,

so I have to follow my nose from St George’s Square, skipping the Vulcan (top) and its fake Bass sign,

to a low-key market place,

and a low-key parish church (NCSS 2.5),

and a low-key shopping centre where a lovely lady in Waterstones commended me on purchasing this;

and suggested I’d like this;

And perhaps I would.

And perhaps I’d like this event they’re advertising in August.

Oh, it’s in Wakefield.

It’s a shame that the central Art Gallery is closed for redevelopment, and that the Tolson Museum is a mile and a half out of town.

Which left Holocaust North, tucked away in the modern University complex.

With its highly personal tales of local folk affected in everyday ways by the Holocaust, it was one of the most moving yet informative hours I’ve ever spent in a UK museum.

And rather made the pub tour irrelevant, for a moment at least.