THEY’RE TAKING down the scaffolding from a Victorian building, which I guess was,
like so many more shops on the High Street, once a department of the Horbury Industrial
Co-operative Society. The dormer windows have been repaired but curiously the original
first floor windows have been left and they’re still open to the elements and to
the pigeons as they have been for years.
Secret spaces like that intrigue me; I picture an empty room, bare boards and an
accumulation of pigeon droppings, permeated by a strange silent calm about it contrast
to the busy high street below.
When dozens of ‘affordable homes’ are currently being built on a paddock by the stream,
with loss of trees and hedgerow, why do potential pleasant dwellings like this, in
the centre of the village, remain empty?