Saltaire was built
as a model village and now is a UNESCO world heritage site. It was
created by the Victorian textile mill owner and philanthropist Sir
Titus Salt. The housing which was much superior to the living
accommodation for mill workers in nearby towns, architecture and
parks are really interesting but the biting cold wind prevented us
from wandering around on this occasion.
We made for Salts
Mill, now a huge art gallery which was set up by someone I knew, a
young entrepreneur called Jonathan Silver who bought the mill in his
early twenties and set up the gallery. Being a personal friend of the
famous artist David Hockney meant that a lot of his work could be
displayed there. Sadly, Jonathan passed away at a very young age and
now the mill is run by his wife Maggie and brother Robin.
On the approach to
the mill there is a railway line, the River Aire and the canal, a more modern
textile factory, a large bike company and a music school and shop. On
the website it said that dogs were allowed as long as they were
carried and my husband said he was up for that so the dog came too.
It was not our first visit to the mill but it had been a long time
since our last visit. The Hockney works took up the walls of the
ground floor long gallery. Some of the work was painted and some was
produced on his ipad and all were annotated. The flooring, windows
and radiators are all remains of another era.
Down the middle of
the long room were tables of art books, prints, notebooks and other
mementos. There were also huge vases and other ornaments made by
Burmantofts pottery and wooden seating which looked like old pews
from a church which came in handy when the dog became too heavy to
carry. There are a further two floors of cafes and galleries and we
could smell something appetising emanating from there as it was
lunchtime.
At the entrance to
the mill is a stunning 8 ft ceramic mural
of Bradford by German artist Grete Marks.
For
many years the piece which was was hidden
behind a false
wall
in a city centre office,
was
restored and now
has pride of place in the foyer of
Salts Mill.
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I loved this chair |
We tried to find
the little light railway which takes you up to the top of the glen
where there are peacocks milling about, or at least they used to be
when we used to go with the children. We found the start of the
railway which only runs on weekends and ate our picnic lunch in the
car as we hadn't dressed for such cold weather. The flask of hot
coffee was very welcome.
On the way home we
saw woods absolutely carpeted in bluebells giving the floor a wash of
colour.