Ferrybridge Power Station C

A dedicated reader of this blog (always supposing I have any such) may remember that I planned to take a photo of Ferrybridge Power Station, because in my mind, it’s a kind of “welcome home” sight – once you’ve passed Ferrybridge, you’re in the North. I’m not sure what Sheffield inhabitants would make of this, because it they’re south of it. Also, I’m perfectly aware that any feeling of homecoming is ridiculous, since I stopped living in the north (as defined by Ferrybridge) when I was eighteen. More than two thirds of my life so far has not been lived in the north, so why it still figures as “home” in my mind, goodness only knows. But there you are. Nothing logical about it.

Also, Ferrybridge is pretty impressive. But every time we’ve been up or down to the north east since a made the undertaking to take a photo, the weather has been appalling. Rain, snow, and fog, once so thick that we couldn’t see any vestige of the cooling towers. Frankly, that day, it was just stupid of us to be travelling at all.

So today, we were making our monthly trip to the north east and it wasn’t actually raining or snowing. You couldn’t call it a nice day, but I’m getting desperate. So with much help from Phil’s map reading skills, we turned off the A1 and got some photos. Here you are:

From the Aire and Calder Navigation

As a bonus, here is the original Ferrybridge, dating from 1797, and the toll house. I think I remember driving across the original bridge when it was notorious for traffic jams. That went on for years and years. Now one swoops through, hardly noticing the river. You can't really miss the power station, though.