A mill town upon which fortune has smiledWhat’s going for it? The name, for starters. “Where do you live?” “Glossop! Glossop, Glossop, Glossop!” Simple pleasures. Anyway, where were we? Yes, Glossop, one of those former mill towns upon which fortune has smiled, not sneered. The film crews that circle here are not after backdrops of post-industrial squalor, but the preserved picturesque. This is partly down to luck, partly down to position (right on the edge of the magnificently gruff end of the Peak District national park) and partly down to urban genetics. Glossop’s handsome bone structure is the legacy of its parents: aristocratic landowners such as the Dukes of Norfolk and Victorian industrialists, back when the super-wealthy spread their wealth a little farther than their Swiss bank accounts, even competing with each other to see who’d leave the most beautiful nonconformist chapels and libraries. Film crews are in town as I write, using Glossop as the prettily grim backdrop for BBC1’s earthier riposte to Downton Abbey, The Village. And many stay. The town is gaining a reputation as an outpost of the BBC’s MediaCity in Salford, with a certain studied artisan archness now layered on top of its hearty community. Glossop, it seems, has a charming, charmed life.The case against Wet: this is where prevailing westerlies dump their load. Not cheap, by local standards. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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