Pete Hartley: sometime dramaturg, perennial scribbler
My home city’s newest bridge has opened. It’s been a long time coming. In another sense it’s been here for over two centuries. The much-cherished Old Tram Bridge spans the River Ribble at the eastern edge of Avenham Park, a green civic space close to the city centre. There’s been a bridge here since the … Continue reading The New Old Tram Bridge
A guided circular walk around some of the prettiest parts of the city of Preston in Lancashire, using public transport to break the journey into four parts.
A response to the unwrapping of a refurbished museum and the grand unanimated marvels within. Plus a hunt to rediscover a mythical lover.
An appreciation of new public art in Preston, plus a guided walk to view it.
A four mile walk to see the source of Lancashire's longest river.
Last September, just before the Harris Museum in Preston closed for three years for renovations, I slipped in for a private rendezvous with a woman with whom I have secretly communed for many years. She never looks a day older. She says nothing, but imparts a great deal. I can't see her any more, and … Continue reading Psyche Gate
An appreciation of: Preston Catholic College The Last Intake 1977-1982, The End of an Era by Jim Clune and Adrian Gawain Jones with the Old Boys of '77. Plus an added personal perspective.
The memoir of a mill worker who wove his dreams into reality, 1902 - 1934.
How Wilfrid, Cecilia, and their aerobatic friends protect us from aerosol infection.
Preston, and scores of other Lancashire towns, prospered exponentially from the first wave of the Industrial Revolution. Their streets were paved with gold (for a few) because their sheets were plied with cotton. The cotton was cheap because the labourers who produced it were not paid. They were purchased. How should we declare our debt and pay our dues?
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