My old stomping ground, Chester.UK.
I wish I had been more into photography back then, as it is always fascinating to see how things change/develop with the passage of time.
Two views of St Mary’s Church, Handbridge, Chester.
The first shot was taken with a Kodak Instamatic in 1977 from the Grosvenor Bridge, looking East(ish)
The second shot was taken in June, 1987 using an Olympus OM10 with a Tokina telephoto lens – for those who like to read the fiddly bits – and is the view from the opposite side of the church from Chester Walls, looking approximately South West.
The walls, which surround most of the inner city, are originally from Roman Times. Of course they have been built upon, and repaired (and still are repaired I’m sure) over the millenia, but as far as I know , for the most part they are Roman, and from what I can remember one can walk around the entire City along the walls with only the occasional break where deterioration won over preservation, on the South entrance to the City Centre if memory serves.
As for the church – I’m no Tish Farrell, who spins such wonderful historic tales to accompany here vivid photos, so if you want to know the history, you will have to do the Googly thing.
And as she has a relation – I think -who lives in my old home town she probably knows as much about it these days as I do.
Suffice to say, this was my ”local” before one was old enough to consider a pub ”my local.”
As Boy Scouts, it was where we ended up after Church Parade, marching from the Scout Hall, to Overleigh Road and on to the Church, no doubt waking up the ”Devil Hisself” with all the racket we made!
I played a bugle in case you were going to ask, polished with Brasso to make it shine enough to blind motorists and starlings flying overhead.
Yes … back in the day.