What Remains of Once Wealthy Bradford?

We hit 100k subscribers!!! Thank you all so much for watching, engaging and enjoying! Check out my brand new YouTube Channel, YEAH, LOVE THAT! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd1HErfRRuU&t=40s BRADFORD This is a place I cannot believe i've not been too yet to make any videos. It is only 20 minutes away from where I live, and it has everything that interests me from cheap property to incredible industrial history. Bradford was once the wool capital of the world, and it is hard to imagine just how wealthy and prosperous this place was. A few signs remain and that is the purpose of this video, to explore the remants of its former glory. This was a really fun video to make. I hope you enjoy. Below is the full poem by C Richard Miles Black Dyke Mill Chimneys Tall, wagging, admonishing fingers, the smokeless mill-chimneys still stand At rest, wearisome work ended, like sentinels guarding the ground, Surveying and sighing in chorus over once-productive, industrial land On Queensbury’s exalted height. You can still hear the Black Dyke Band But marvel that their namesake owners, where discount warehouses gather round Tall, wagging, admonishing fingers, the smokeless mill-chimneys still stand. Victorian values are now redundant as modern-day practice steers the hand To work in production-line factories while property developers are found Surveying and sighing in chorus over once-productive, industrial land. Once in a fit of enterprise, the forward-looking town planners planned To erect in cheerless concrete twenty-storey tower blocks which sound Tall. Wagging, admonishing fingers, the smokeless mill-chimneys still stand Unsurrounded, since building tall, soulless structures seems to be banned And no rival, resplendent, replacement monarchs are waiting to be crowned Surveying and sighing in chorus over once-productive, industrial land. So still these monuments can attract our vision and continue to command, Overlooking the town, now Dame Fortune has refused and frowned, Tall, wagging, admonishing fingers, the smokeless mill-chimneys still stand Surveying and sighing in chorus over once-productive, industrial land. Until Next Time, W.T #abandoned #industry #bradford #industrial #decay #northern #city