Barnsley's wealth was almost all underground so there are few grand mills and fine stone buildings as are found in Huddesfield. Barnsley has few pretensions and I was therefore amused to come upon this "sculpture" which proclaimed as much marketing bollocks as one would want to swallow on a fine Sunday morning.
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I was surprised how much signs and wheeliebins defaced the simplest of scenes and those bins that were full of bottles objected loudly as I tried to drag them out of the way.
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Barnsley's red white and blue
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Barnsley's football team is nicknamed The Reds and red seems right for Barnsley's entrenched Labour politics. The market continues the theme.
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I was rather touched by finding this bottle of milk outside the vestry door of the parish church and I then met the, very disabled, church warden who had struggled to walk to the church to make the vicar's tea. I was invited to the coffee morning each Friday and I promised to go once I had retired.
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The Chronicle is the local rag but as Barnsley is such a poor town the small ads do not contain any camera bargains worth having.
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