I live in one of the most beautiful parts of Huddersfield. Of course that’s a personal and subjective view; yet within seconds I can cross the road and be walking in the countryside. And what a countryside it is.
I live ‘up’ the Colne Valley (we rarely say ‘in’ the Colne Valley), which still bears much evidence of its historical role in the wealth of Great Britain. The A62 trunk road from Huddersfield to Manchester runs along the valley, formerly one of the great Trans-Pennine arteries, often closed in winter, but now superseded by the M62 some miles to the north west. Following the same route from Yorkshire to Lancashire are the twin industrial revolution lifelines, the Huddersfield Narrow Canal and the Trans-Pennine railway with two stations, at Slaithwaite and Marsden, serving the valley itself.
The Colne Valley is where Thomas Armstrong chose to set his fictional family history, The Crowthers of Bankdam, which detailed the explosion of industrial change in the Yorkshire woollen district: Huddersfield and Ramsfield are hardly distinguishable from each other. Even Kit Ormerod, in Armstrong’s powerful King Cotton, paid a visit.
So, given the cracking location – why can’t I sell my house?
It’s been for sale since Easter now and we’ve had just two viewings. The estate agents say it’s not the price and although they suggest that the market is slow, they cannot fathom why we’re getting so few visits. I know also that many people are worried about next week’s spending review and how that will affect their jobs but my work is already affected (i.e. I have very little) and a four bedroomed house is getting a bit too big for just two of us.
Rant over 🙂