Accustomed as I am to moving mountains, her remark fell on fertile ground. It tied in beautifully with a government regeneration plan which, according to a brief from the Deputy Prime Minister, had to be “initiative led, not funding fed”.
As I developed the idea of moving the town 300 years to the south (incidentally, it was wonderful press for slow news days) one thing led to another. I gained the potential of a quarter mile river frontage and it was along that strip of derelict land that I proposed an indoor market to end all markets. It took the form of a five-storey glass fronted promenade - think on the lines of a linier Crystal Palace - with shops and stall vendors at ground level and balconied restaurants, offices and residential accommodation on the floors above. My imagination ran riot: trees and exotic plants, a small theatre, a bandstand, some pubs and a church. Here, within easy reach of the cities of Leeds and Manchester , would be a vibrant living, working and recreational space, summer and winter alike.
Here are the preliminary drawings for my market “pie in the sky”.
Now dear brother, if you can come up with a compilation photograph to illustrate my scheme, you’ve won!
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