Update, 22nd August
Sarah’s clogs have now arrived!
You may not know it, and why should you, but Sarah is devoted to clogs. Throughout the 20-odd years I’ve known her she has been a proud clog-wearer. But her current pair, despite several re-heelings, are looking the worse for wear. So, to Sarah’s delight, it’s new clogs time.
Now Sarah, as you may also know, is very particular. So not for her the shopping roulette of clogs-buying on the internet. Oh no, we’re going to the source of clogs, the holy grail, a clogs factory in West Yorkshire.
Unfortunately they don’t have the clogs she wants in her size. But that’s not a problem for Walkley Clogs. After all, it is a factory!
We start our visit with lunch in the same place we eat at last time, the Organic House café.
Next, indefatigable Sarah’s up for a look round the shops, while I head off to my usual destination. The town’s record shop.
I’ve been coming here for years. But as you can see from the sign it’s now become a café as well. I’ve just had lunch but obviously I’m interested to see how it’s all going.
There’s a splendid selection of new and used LPs, much more than you can see in the photo. And while I’m making my purchases I talk to Sid Jones here about how it’s working out.
“It’s gone really well. We’re glad we did it. People come in for music and stay and have something to eat, and vice-versa. It’s all made it a much more interesting place for people to come to.”
Our conversation then moves on to the more serious business of music and we have a delightful meander through the wonders of Atomic Rooster, Arthur Brown, Boz Scaggs and Free, before addressing the issue of Pink Floyd. I notice he’s got a vinyl copy of ‘Amused to Death’ by Roger Waters. I’ve longed for this and am sorely tempted. Unfortunately it’s extremely rare on vinyl and I’ve seen it for much more than the £75 Sid’s selling it for, but I still can’t afford that. However I tell Sid I think it’s the best Pink Floyd album the rest of them aren’t on and we discuss their acrimonious split and how much the others, great musicians though they are, have always missed what Sid memorably describes as Roger’s ‘understanding of the human condition.’
I could easily stand for this kind of talk to go on all afternoon but I know Sarah will be waiting for me. So bid Sid a reluctant farewell for now.
By now it’s been some time since lunch, so before leaving Hebden Bridge we decide to go for a cup of tea and a piece of cake. And where better than Muse Music and Love Café.
In my bag of records I notice that Sid has slipped in a little advert for their joint place, containing this:
“The music café is a great combination, as are the enthusiastic owners Sid and Valeen Jones, who aim each day to have a good time with friends and customers, enjoying the sounds and tastes of life!”
It really is a great idea and a great place and I can’t recommend it too highly.
Then round the turning circle and up the hill to Heptonstall.
Talking about it, we think only the bowling green on the Cornish Coastal path above St Ives comes close.
We don’t look for her grave today, but we have seen it before. Long ago we came and stayed in Heptonstall for a week.
More about what happened to the church here in our previous Heptonstall post.
And it’s time for a drink before we go home.
Years ago my friend Darrell Mercer, who’s from Halifax, would tell me about this place near to where he grew up, that ‘serves the best Timothy Taylor’s Landlord in the world.’
Only a half as I’m driving. But let’s have a closer look.
And the usual reiteration. Just because I’m recommending the places where we went, doesn’t mean they asked us to. All the food, drinks, records and clogs were paid for and I’m telling you they’re good places and good people because they are!