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Nobel Way, MANCHESTER, M1 7AU

Fine Art auctioneers and valuers established in 1826. http://www.capesdunn.com/ Their premises on the corner of Charles Street and Pritchard Street date from 1912. The archway on the right carries the Piccadilly to Oxford Road railway line.

Architectural detail on Cape Dunns' Image Charles Street premises.

The former New Broadcasting House, the regional headquarters of BBC North West on the site bounded by Oxford Road, Charles Street, Brancaster Street and the River Medlock was built between 1971 and 1975; it was officially opened by Prime Minister James Callaghan in 1976. The building was vacated in November 2011 when the BBC completed its move to MediaCityUK and now, less than a year later, is just a pile of rubble.

1960s/1970s office block, its brown and white layers reminiscent of an ice cream dessert. Ground floor currently occupied by Paintpots, a children's nursery.

View looking across the site of the old BBC Oxford Road studio site towards Bracken House on Charles Street.

The 'Circle Square' development.

Former warehouse with a nice short brick and terracotta front to Charles Street and a long utilitarian brick one to Pritchard Street. Dated 1912 in the pediment (Image]). The variation in brick colour suggests it may have since been partly rebuilt. Now occupied by auctioneers Capes Dunn & Co. Behind is part of the railway viaduct between Piccadilly and Oxford Road stations.

Taken from Pritchard Street which runs up the side of the pub.

Board on the wall of Image] telling the story of Kitty who became ‘Leddie Gowrie’ to anyone who can read colloquial Scottish. 'Twas on a simmer's afternoon, A wee afore the sun gaed doun, A lassie wi' a braw new goun Cam' owre the hills to Gowrie. The rosebud washed in simmer's shower Bloomed fresh within the sunny bower; But Kitty was the fairest flower That e'er was seen in Gowrie. To see her cousin she cam' there; And oh! the scene was passing fair, For what in Scotland can compare Wi' the Carse O' Gowrie? The sun was setting on the Tay, The blue hills melting into gray, The Mavis* and the blackbird's lay Were sweetly heard in Gowrie. O lang the lassie I had wooed, And truth and constancy had vowed, But could nae speed wi' her I lo'ed Until she saw fair Gowrie. I pointed to my fither's ha' - Yon bonnie bield ayont the shaw, Sae loun that there nae blast could blaw: - Wad she no bide in Gowrie? Her faither was baith glad and wae; Her mither she wad naething say; The bairnless thocht they wad get play If Kitty gaed to Gowrie. She whiles did smile, she whiles did greet; The blush and tear were on her cheek; She naething said, and hung her head; - But now she's Leddy Gowrie. Carolina Naime (1766 - 1845) * Mavis = song thrush

Poem by Carolina Nairne on the Lass o' Gowrie pub on Charles Street Image