Horseplay

On the way to Saltaire we passed a field of horses. So I stopped the car and we went to say hello to them.

An elderly chap was already there, but as there were quite a few horses around, we left him alone. We had parked on a grass verge, so we started picking some of the long blades of grass and started feeding those that got to the wall first. They seemed to enjoy their impromptu meal, even though they were in a very large field of grass. Gail was a bit wary of getting her hand too close to their mouths, in case it got bitten. But they were quite gentle towards us.

We then started taking some photos. Here's a rather unusual shot of one of them. I'm not sure if he was posing, or laughing at me! Whichever way, he does look a little bit comical and something of a dentist's nightmare.

Salt, But No Vinegar

Yesterday we decided to take a trip to Saltaire, a small town that was created for the workers of the nearby wool factory by Victorian industrialist Sir Titus Salt.

The town had it's own church, hospital. Almost everything that is, except a pub. There is some debate as to why. But he certainly knew how to look after his employees better than the other factory owners at the time. Similar in a way to that of Cadbury's, who built the village of Bourneville near Birmingham.

Nottingham's own Jesse Boot, or Lord Trent did something similar and provided land for the new university.

Wouldn't it be good if today's industrialists were more philanthropic and did the same sort of thing for their employees, or for the towns that their companies are in, instead of wasting it on sports cars, yachts and other personal indulgences.