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In
the frame at Collioure.
Nick
Jones ...
has
lived and worked in Cumbria since the mid 1970s.
He
and Ana restored Little
Salkeld Watermill and still live and run the mill, now famous
for its organic and biodynamic flour and its tearoom.
He
established Eden Arts in 1990, and helped run Culture Cumbria
from 2003 - 2010. More here...

Collioure
Exhibition
On Now :
Along the Settle
& Carlisle

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As part of this project I have been working with poet Alan Daltrey.
We've produced a beautiful Anthology of poems with images to accompany
them :
Grand Fettle - Carlisle
Midweek St Mary's, and Yellow Signal Box - Armathwaite
Red Lamp - Langwathby
Out to Grass - Appleby
Garsdale Station
Dent Station - 1,150 feet
Out of Sight - Settle
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Work inspired by the
stations, trains and landscape of one of Britain's most scenic
railways. It was considered by the late Eric Treacy, former Bishop
of Wakefield, and a wonderful railway photographer, to be one
of the three great man-made wonders of the world... along with
York Minster, and Hadrian's Wall.
Exhibition
of Nick's work at Little Salkeld Watermill Tearoom.
18th July to 17th September 2010.
Open daily
10.30am to 5pm.
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Grand Fettle by Alan Daltrey
I love the smell of steam,
The hiss of heat and oil;
Of coal and smoke I dream,
And engines on the boil.
I love the stoker's face,
Its sweat and reddy grin,
He lets me shovel coal,
I so wish I was him.
I love it when we start,
The pressure builds and builds; The first explosive shunt,
The passing trees and fields.
The black smoke as we climb, The tunnel's darkened roar,
The clatter of the viaducts
Along the rails we soar.
Above the Eden Gorge,
The rattle and the rhythm,
It's like a blacksmith's forge,
By heat and hammer driven.
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The highest point is Dent,
A climb of a thousand feet. Three million pounds were spent,
Enough to buy Downing Street.
Six thousand worked on the line,
Seventy three miles of track, Fourteen tunnels were mined, Twenty
two viaducts from scratch.
Ribblehead is magical,
Twenty four arches in all,
A wild moorland cathedral
Over a hundred feet tall.
I wish it would never end,
This journey into Settle,
The rails still curve and bend And all in such grand fettle.
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