A hop skip and a jump away by train, though it more comfortable if you sit down, is the Cheshire market town of Frodsham. It’s on the rail route out to Chester and North Wales from Manchester. Thursday is the market day and it’s one that rolls in at the break of day and lines the main street and is as much a social as a shopping event.
Anyway on one visit I was taking a walk along the street and my eye was caught by these works doors, the patination was wonderful. It was a story being told without words, paint, grime and weather each having their say, each leaving a comment layered over a comment. I found myself wondering what those doors and that surface had seen over the years, the old “If only they could talk” scenario. I hope that they never get repainted, just carefully conserved to keep the conversation going, added to over time by the wind, rain, sunshine and frost. Perhaps finally finishing their days on a gallery wall, telling their story to those who can hear or want to hear.
Categories: England, Heritage, Photography, Transport, travel, United Kingdom
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