
Lancaster B&Q, perhaps an interesting contrast to some of Lancaster's older buildings?

The Custom House, Lancaster Quay, built in 1765 and restored as Lancaster Maritime Museum in 1985.
The building has played a role in Lancaster's slave trade history, both as the place where merchants taxes would have been paid during that period, and today as a place where those links are presented for discussion.
NOTE: I'm on hols until Wed and having probs uploading pics, so unless I can get it sorted there will be a short hiatus on the blog.
After suffering several cloudy days, we awoke to gorgeous bright light again this morning. It was great to get out and see reflections in the still River Lune before breakfast.
Taken from the Millennium Bridge.
Another old church with colourful doors (yellow-doored one posted here). But unlike St Thomas', this one no longer worships a god. Instead, it helps people pursue more earthly pleasures. It's now a pub.
This is the last of the Edwardian Day photos, and I feel it's appropriate. Why? Because the theme was about promoting the Lancaster Market traders, and this picture (I think) captures the success of that effort. Well done the traders - you turned an ordinary trading day into something more interesting!
And another set of three for you this evening. Hats seems to be the order of the day.
Edwardian Day, Lancaster Market 51, originally uploaded by Lancaster Today.And you might also remember this Edwardian gent - or his work - from a previous post. Meet Alvin of Lancaster Pottery, whose creations some of you so admired in this earlier post.
Today's Saturday outdoor market in Lancaster's city centre was a themed day - Edwardian Market, Lancaster Unlocked.
The markets were even busier than usual, with traders and other locals dressed for the part. From my perspective, it was a welcome opportunity to capture a series of portraits. There had always been a plan to do something on the markets, but today was a gifted opportunity to highlight some of the characters who make them happen. The two gents above run stalls selling French breads and fruit and veg, and the lovely couple below run the second-hand book stall. Don't they all look the part? More photos to follow over the next few days - hope you enjoy them.
And here are three locals I found browsing the stalls, one of whom you've met on previous posts in this blog..
A final swan song from Sunderland Point with some light on textures. For me, this represents the place fairly well: a flat, rugged landscape with scattered tidal debris.
I've just made an appointment in my mind to visit Sunderland Point on a severe and blustery day at high tide. Crashing waves and floating wood - ahh, bliss...
I can't help it, digging into the files for more shots from Sunderland Point; this time red boats in fading light. That's the last of them until our next trip there - I promise!
After writing all day for other purposes, it's hard to motivate myself to tell you anything more about Sunderland Point. But did I tell already that it is cut off by the tide twice a day?
What makes it special is crossing the road to the island-no-more just as the water drops below the tarmac. The road is awash with mud, and the marshy banks alongside are broken by huge pools of water rushing out with the fast-moving tide. That's really special to see, and I'll try to capture it for you next time we go there just after high-tide.
Until then, here is the last of the views of that area which the causeway road takes you to: A bench (above), a house and an old wooden groin.
I promised you more detail about the wonderful Sunderland Point today. But I'll let a few pictures speak for the place again today instead, and add a few more tomorrow before giving you my take on the place and explaining why it's so interesting.
1. A rather cool family relax in their wonderful front garden
2. A pair of well-loved siblings explore the water's edge
3. A view of boats with the tide in, but falling
Took Yumiko, Yasmin & Caolan to Sunderland Point today (after Caolan's birthday party, I might add - happy 8th birthday, little man). They looked around and liked what they saw.
On a beautiful day, we took the long way round to Sambo's grave, passing cows on the beach and much else besides (more tomorrow about that). Once there, Yasmin and Caolan took one look at the 'mushroom' tribute stones and sped the few steps back to the beach to collect some stones of their own. A few quick trips back and forth later, and here is their result:
Note: This is the first of three posts in which I'll discuss things I enjoy doing in England. The first is exploring places of historical and political interest close to home. For more ideas on the theme of 'Exploring England', see the Guardian's Enjoy England pages.
For Sambo, originally uploaded by Lancaster Today.
There are often fascinating places on our doorstep which we don't take the time to explore. Perhaps it's because they are so close that we don't make the effort? They are not 'exotic' enough - something like that?
Anyway, I set out to Sunderland Point yesterday to see what it was all about, and, particularly, to visit Sambo's grave. Sambo? Who is Sambo? Surely you've heard of him, educated reader? But just in case you haven't, let me show off my newly-acquired knowledge to save you from your ignorance.
Sambo's grave is a memorial to a young, black slave who is believed to have arrived at the port in Sunderland Point by ship in 1736. He was an African stolen into slavery and first brought to the West Indies before beginning the long journey to Lancaster with his master. Unfortunately for Sambo (as if his life was not tragic enough), shortly after arrival he was taken ill and died near a local inn. Perhaps his immune system was not prepared for the infections carried by the North West Englanders?
Sambo was buried in an unmarked grave, until, in 1795, a certain Rev Watson led an effort to have a memorial erected. It is believed that this teacher penned the following elegy found on the grave:
More tomorrow about the wondrous place that is Sunderland Point. I have much to share about it, but refuse to spoil Sambo's post with such mundaneness tonight. But if you have any interest in reading more about Lancaster's links with the Slave trade, see my previous post on William Lindow.
p.s. Yesterday's post (what are they?) contained a picture of stones on sticks, onto which people have written little messages to Sambo and placed near his memorial. An example I saw there was: You left no footprints but we found you in our hearts. Diane.
Can you guess what these are? The answer along with contextual photos in tomorrow and Sunday's posts. Whoever is closest gets a special prize - and no locals need apply :)
EDIT: See the post immediately after this for the answer.
I took this photo back on July 30th, on the same day I shot photos in the tattoo parlour and the fishmongers. Unfortunately, I've lost my notes from that day so forget this young butcher's name. But he works in J. Wilsons in Lancaster Market, and he is good at his job. I've posterised him in photoshop - hope he doesn't mind...
Walking around Lancaster Castle walls, a flock of birds take flight from the main turret.
I shot them in the way all animal lovers do - with my trusty camera.