Two Concerts Back in Warsaw

Have now been back in Warsaw for almost a month, and have seen two gigs, starting with Kosheen at the Klub Niebo on 13th September:

Kosheen came on with the immensely powerful, Damage; closed out the set with the incredibly melodic, Catch; and thankfully, did my favourite tune of theirs, Avalanche.

It was good to catch up with Kosheen as I'd last seen them about 20 years ago.

Two weeks later, again on a Friday evening, on the 27th September, I saw The Pretenders for the first time, at the Stodoła in Warsaw:

Thoroughly enjoyed this gig, Chrissie Hynde still has a great voice, and the finger-picking guitar play of James Walbourne was awesome.

The band delivered a wonderful two-hour set with a nice balance of big hits (Kid; Don't Get Me Wrong; I'll Stand by You etc.), and other songs that really caught my attention (You Can't Hurt a Fool; Junkie Walk; I Think About You Daily etc.).

Passing My Old Junior School

During my time in Bury (Lancashire) in late August, I passed my old junior school, St. Joseph's in the Chesham area of town:

As can be seen, the school is now surrounded by a giant fence which wasn't deemed necessary when I attended St. Joseph's in the 1970s (how things have sadly changed for the worse).

Near the school, one grassy part looked a bit scruffy but it may've been some kind of ecological garden, it's hard to tell nowadays.

Bumping into Old Friends

 In Bury (Lancashire) town centre, I bumped into two old friends:

Used to go down to the Castle Donington Monsters of Rock festivals with Jonny (left) and Toddy (right) in the 1980s.

Have known Toddy (Long Beard), since about 1970, when I was about 4-5 years old and moved from the Fairfield to the East Ward (near Bensons toffee works) area of Bury.

Around Elton Reservoir Towards Radcliffe

After visiting Tottington and catching the bus back to Bury, I had two wonderful, ice cold pints of Stowford Press cider in Wetherspoons which did the trick, nicely quenched my thirst. 

After this, I strolled down past Whitehead Tower Clock, my old school, St. Gabriel's, and the hogweed-infested footpaths running alongside the river Irwell to the Monkey Bridge:

Down here, I saw many kinds of non-English/non-European people sauntering round, it was a little disorientating.

But soon afterwards, I found myself veering round the left-hand side of Elton Reservoir, affectionately known as 'Elton Raz' to traditional Bury folk:

And then a really nice surprise, I found a great footpath which served as a shortcut to Radcliffe, cutting out Bolton Road completely:

Either side of this footpath, I passed field after field, let's hope it remains that way.

After 20-25 minutes of pleasant walking, I came out somewhere on the road to Radcliffe that starts from the Three Arrows pub at the top, and heading towards Radcliffe, I came across St. Andrew's Anglican church:

Not sure if I've never seen or just not properly taken notice of St. Andrew's church before.

But as can be seen, it certainly is an impressive-looking building:

Despite the profound formal appearance, I've just read that St. Andrew's offers a kind of low church/evangelical rendition of Anglicanism.

I'm not Anglican but I'm always happy to run into an impressive Anglican church building like St. Stephen's, it was like a half-hidden gem in a modern urban setting.

Saturday Afternoon Stroll to Tottington (Bury, Lancashire)

Having got up too late to go on a bus trip to Skipton via Burnley, I walked from Bradley Fold, near Radcliffe, to Bury Bridge, and decided to have a stroll up Tottington Road:

 After the impressive building above, I chanced upon Walshaw Cricket Club:

With all the rain that had been around, it was good to see local cricket taking place on a Saturday afternoon:

Upon entering Tottington, I passed a game of bowls, with everything looking really well-organised, clubhouse and all:

Of course, the War Memorial holds centre place in Tottington:

Facing the big Methodist church across the road:

And further up the road, veering left, I came across the old dungeon:

Another central feature of Tottington, of course.

Not long after, I found myself strolling up a hill, the place had a nice, village-type feel:

At some point, I had a quick look at St. Hilda's Catholic church, with its big iron cross:

And statue of Our Lady:

Then, headed back into Tottington centre:

To have a look round St. Anne's, the Anglican parish church of the area:

Had passed St. Anne's before, but this was the first time that I had a proper chance to walk round outside the impressive building:

Have just read that St. Anne's has stood at the centre of Tottington village since 1799.

Round the back of the church, there was the accompanying burial ground:

Containing a few massive trees:

Upon leaving St. Anne's:

I saw other interesting-looking buildings nearby:

And a little further away:

This building here, which had massive grounds, seemed to be in the process of being renovated:

Returning to the centre of Tottington, I had to have a look at St. John's church:

Have just read that St. John's is a Grade II listed building, and the oldest surviving Free Church of England church in the world (the Free Church of England separated from the established Church of England in the mid-19th century).

Have just read that in major restoration work inside St. John's, the size of the worship area has been reduced, with new rooms being built to offer services to the local community.

After looking at St. John's, I took a bus down to Bury town centre for a couple of pints in Wetherspoons, near the bus interchange.

Visiting Chatterton Village, Lancashire

While camping at Stubbins, near Ramsbottom, I managed to get a good look at Chatterton village nearby, which had a nice quaint, old-worldly feel:

Communal book sharing is always a sign of the quality of a place, of course.

Chatterton is located in the southern part of the Rossendale Valley, half a mile north of Ramsbottom.

At the heart of Chatterton village lies St. Philip's church:

Despite the picture postcard appearance, I've just read that the church only dates back to the early 20th century.

But still, St. Philip's was a marvel to the eye.

The sun was battling with the clouds in a rare break from the rain which had kind of followed me down from the Lake District.

I was beginning to see that Chatterton was a gem of traditional Lancashire village life.

Going up the hill towards the Chatterton (I assume church) cemetery, Chatterton looked wonderful in the distance below:

Have just read that in 1826, four Luddites, who were part of a gang that tried to destroy looms at a local mill, were shot dead at Chatterton, with many others being wounded. 

Walking into Chatterton had a kind of homely feel:

If desired, people could sit down and relax before paying their respects to loved ones.

The grave below seemed a little more elevated than the others:

With time, the gravestones seemed to have blended in with the natural setting:

Think that the structure below is a feeding place for birds:

Couldn't take my eyes off the wonderful hills in the background, as a bench held my raincoat: