7.1.05 | Ye Views Of Ye Olde Harle Syke (As Shot By Ye Olde Saturnyne)
Harle Syke. My home. A Lancashire mill village-cum-suburb of the Township of Burnley. A fabulous community once. Pissy now. Symbolic of all that's going wrong with England Land. No-one looks out for each other anymore. The youth torments the old. But still there's sunlight to shine in the darker places. All too rare, perhaps. But there. The stacks you see in the pic below are all 150' high and were all once part of cotton mills and the like... there used to be nine or so in this area, so you can imagine the hive of activity this place once was. Not much cotton produced around here now...
I'm a Syker. I was born here. In this very house. I'll probably die here... just for completeness... a life mandala... although, i have things to do first...
Speaking of death-No mouthy blood today! Seem to be ok. But will pass on details if anything changes. Anyone wants gory doctor details please e-mail me or msn me for my privacies sake... thankee!
This first pic can no longer be replicated, as all this area is quite overgrown with super-duper trees today, the saprolings you see are now over 4 metres high now... and half the space rocket has pissed off... god knows where. Space i guess. Probably an alien landing pad all these years. Probably half o' 't Syke is an alien entity, planning domination of... of... well, i'm not sure what there is left to dominate around here... the local mini-market? The milk rounds? The chewing gum strewn pavement around the bus stops? The pension queue at the post office on Thursdays? The four pubs and/or off-license (always popular with the aliens, that)? Or mebbe the bowling green? Yeah, that's what it'll be- them aliens want to play bowls!
This is all true, by the way... i've seen the people on the next street, and i swear they were hatched from pods!
The Harle Syke Stacks and Church Spire
This next pic is a more detailed look at The Church. St James's Church of Loveliness And Being Nice To People. I once had a life-or-death struggle in this very churchyard! Only stopped when the Rev. Hallam remonstrated with my "Bitter Foe" and i for using his rhubarb as swords.
St. James Church (My home is about umpty seconds to the right. Less than umpty if you run!)
These pics were pulled out of the rat for countless people: Certainly one was B and another was Stella, and yet another was mr Boldface
love to you all
WE seek her here, we seek her there. We seek the lovely Tam everywhere...