Country diary: Racing peregrines among the rusting mills | Richard Smyth

Manningham, Bradford: Twenty-six years after this great industrial hub closed down, it still has resonances with the community via its thrilling wildlifeA peregrine comes bombing down from the ornamented parapet of the 76-metre mill chimney Lister's Pride, and a hundred pigeons scatter. I'm on Patent Street, Bradford, by the west wall of what was once the biggest silk mill in Europe, called Lister's Mill, or sometimes Manningham Mills. It was thrown up in the 1870s by Samuel Cunliffe Lister, and for more than a century was one of the great industrial palaces of the north. Since shutting in 1999, about half has been restored as offices and high-end flats; the other half is derelict. Forests of buddleia cover the concrete floors, and fox trails wind through the weeds.Peer through steel grilles into the basements, and see hart's-tongue ferns as thick and green as cabbages in a vegetable patch. Rust is everywhere (what John Ruskin called "living" iron: "It is not a fault in the iron, but a virtue, to be so fond of getting rusted"). On the stretch of grass across the street, gulls gather in great numbers. Today they're mostly black-headed, with one hulking lesser black-back comically conspicuous in the middle of the throng. At the back I spot two first-year common gulls, paddling their feet in a hopeful worm dance. Continue reading...