Launderette – Hull

Whilst walking down Beverley Road I caught sight of of you out of the corner of my eye – my left eye. My beautiful laundrette: In this damn country, which we hate and love, you can get anything you want, it’s all spread out and available. That’s why I believe in England. Set back slightly from the road and … Continue reading Launderette – Hull

Launderette – Levenshulme

14 Matthews Lane Manchester M19 3DS It’s been quite a while – following a spate there has been an abatement. Time was I couldn’t pass a coin-op operation without snapping. It all began in a Wigan Washeteria one thing lead to another then another. I was all washed up, rinsed and spun out – I … Continue reading Launderette – Levenshulme

Best Launderette – Brunswick Street Manchester

I was out walking on the corner one day. I spied some old washing. In the doorway it lay. Well there was a doorway, but no door. There was a door, but not attached to the doorway. Well there was washing, I had inadvertently found the Best Laundrette. Unattended, seemingly unloved, washing spinning happily, unobserved. Guantanamo … Continue reading Best Launderette – Brunswick Street Manchester

Launderette – Stalybridge

Tucked away in an arcade, far from Arcadian – not far from Baz’s Off Licence. The launderette. Yet another testament to the partial persistence of industrial technology. No Longer in Use. A happy hotch-potch of signs, surfaces and sixties design. Informal formica, stripped bare strip lighting, wobbly laminate walls. Watch and wait, whilst the World and your washing whirl. … Continue reading Launderette – Stalybridge

Launderette – London Road St Leonards

Mid blue linoleum tiles, patched here there. And everywhere. Signs Everywhere. In an uncertain universe, you can almost always rely on the launderette, to guide you on life’s soapy journey, through a complex series of immutable do’s and don’ts, arrows, slots, buttons and bows. Giant is the new big is the new large. I feel so small.

Blackburn – Launderette

Wandering amiably down Whalley Old Road towards Blackburn one warm sunny day today, I came upon yet another launderette. Somehow, somewhat frozen in time. Front window cracked, but just about holding together, signage almost intact, machines formerly fully functioning – flagging, fluorescent tubes softly flickering, unguarded against the wood chip. Patterned formica surfaces care worn and faded from … Continue reading Blackburn – Launderette

Hastings 2015

I had completed my journey from Weston super Mare, with a final day’s cycle ride from Eastbourne and had two days to spare. So I took some time to have a mooch around and this dear readers is what I did see. I have snapped the seafront shelters previously and put together one post after … Continue reading Hastings 2015

Weston super Mare

Although there is evidence in the local area of occupation since the Iron Age, it was still a small village until the 19th century when it became a seaside resort, and was connected with local towns and cities by a railway, and two piers were built. The growth continued until the second half of the 20th century, … Continue reading Weston super Mare

eight laundrettes

It began on an aimless walk out of Wigan on through Frimley, I found heaven on earth in the warm enfolding arms of the Washeteria. A perfectly preserved fascia, interior and machines, more by diffident neglect than good management. Signature wood effect and patterned Formica panelling, over earnest signs demanding the highest standards of personal … Continue reading eight laundrettes

Wigan – Civic Centre

Some time ago, over a year ago or so I went to Wigan. I found a pub,  a launderette, several interesting groups of housing and – A large concrete Civic Centre, built in the early 1970s under the auspices of the Mayor JT Farrimond, the foundation stone laid by Alderman Ernest Ball on 22nd April … Continue reading Wigan – Civic Centre

Laundrette – Welshpool

When walking the streets of Welshpool, one often finds oneself outside. Outside a launderette. I paused. The porch was decorated by the most enchanting mosaic, Vickery and Co. Hosiers, Hatters and Outfitters. Politely, ever so politely, I asked the two local lads if they would step aside from their porch perch one moment, I snapped. And … Continue reading Laundrette – Welshpool

Laundrette – Emlyn West Wales

You could be in the middle of nowhere. You are in the middle of nowhere. Though never six feet from a rat, or a mile from a main road. Moments away from a laundrette. Imagine my amazement, on arrival in a town straddling the border of the counties of Ceredigion and Carmarthenshire in west Wales and lying … Continue reading Laundrette – Emlyn West Wales

Ashton under Lyne – Laundrette

Cycling along Curzon Road one sunny Sunday afternoon, I found to my surprise, facing me across the Whiteacre Road junction. – An empty yet extant launderette. One lone drier tumbling, lonely – an absence of presence, save myself. The usual spartan interior almost unkempt, enlivened by four legged, almost alien, ovalish plastic laundry baskets. A sunlit shimmer … Continue reading Ashton under Lyne – Laundrette

Wigan – Washeteria

I loved it. In the United Kingdom known as launderettes or laundrettes, and in the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand as laundromats or washeterias, and in Frimley too it would appear. George Edward Penury created the word laundromat for Westinghouse. According to NALI the National Association of the Launderette Industry, numbers peaked at 12,500 … Continue reading Wigan – Washeteria