My ancestors lived in this area, my Dad played there as a kid (football on the flags that covered the mass burial ground from one of the many epidemics of the time) and I worked nearby. Always good to come across a great post about somewhere you are familiar with.
The Irk, a narrow, coal-black, foul-smelling stream, full of debris and refuse – Friedrich Engels , 1844
According to The New Gazetteer of Lancashire (1830) the Irk had more mill seats upon it than any other stream of its length in the Kingdom.” and that “the eels in this river were formerly remarkable for their fatness, which was attributed to the grease and oils expressed by the mills from the woollen cloths and mixed with the waters.
The Area has been rundown so that now the area only has one of the last independent paint manufactures in the UK, still family run since its foundation in 1930, a few smaller units doing various industries ranging from wood yards, tyre recycling to dog grooming and kennels. the rest of the land now turned over to car parking for the office workers in the nearby city centre.
The area has been earmarked…
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City Jackdaw 
The photographs are beautifully done, but tell a sad story.
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Such is history.
Ps in that vein, meant to mention to you that the book arrived:great photographs. And Migrant Mother really is iconic.
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Good. I’m so glad it finally arrived. I’ve heard in the news that packages from Amazon had been delayed. I haven’t ordered anything in awhile!
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