Sillitoe Trail event three: Raleigh

Raleigh logo at wikipedia.

Raleigh is the third stop on our Sillitoe Trail project for The Space and I’m delighted with how it’s turned out. I commissioned Pete Davis to talk to five former Raleigh workers so that we could build up an oral history of life working for the cycle manufacturer who celebrated their 125th anniversary this year. The rationale behind this was twofold: Firstly, oral histories gives our project greater diversity of content and so enable Saturday Night and Sunday Morning to be understood through a new prism and secondly, the testimonies enable us to compare the fictional portrayal of Arthur Seaton’s workplace with that of actual workers. Given that every member of Alan Sillitoe’s family worked at Raleigh I wouldn’t expect any inaccuracies.

Pete Davis is a local storyteller who has done this kind of work countless times and so was perfect for the role. A former fireman who himself worked at Raleigh (where he met his wife Sue) and a keen cyclist (his Raleigh bike has his name on it) he relished the role and was a consummate professional. When Pete records testimonies he writes them up and then sends copies off to the interviewees to sign off. The only real concern I had here was that some testimonies named specific people (sleazy bosses, workmates who drank on the job and various accounts of nepotism involving foreman). I removed these names to avoid being sued and because I didn’t want anything to be perceived as a personal attack. Pulling all of this content together was a short film from the British Council called How a Bicycle is Made which I was made aware of thanks to Andy Barrett, one of my mentors.

Getting the testimonies in early was a massive help as it quickly became apparent that there were some recurring themes– such as the slow eroding away of the Sturmey-Archer site and how disappointed workers were to be laid off or see parts imported. To balance this out I got two additional testimonies from management. Ann Hodkinson was a former team manager who I found particularly fascinating as in addition to being a lesbian (imagine controlling all of those men) she couldn’t read or write. This showed that all promotions weren’t down to nepotism as well as bringing in a female voice. The other was with Managing Director John MacNaughtan, who was able to give context to why parts were shipped in from abroad and how the manufacturing industry had to adapt to various changes in the global economy. If there’s one thing you quickly learn working with the BBC it’s trying to strike a balance and this is definitely one area in which my writing has improved.

Other articles included an introduction to Raleigh which was an excuse to celebrate factory workers up and down the country, the last day at the Sturmey-Archer site by Mark Patterson and a comparison of Saturday Night and Sunday Morning with Ben Hamper’s Rivethead, who worked on the production line for G.M. Motors.

My only disappointment is that all of the testimonies have been collated into one file which is far too text heavy. This dilutes the individual voices and I suspect may be a deterrent to your more casual visitor. Including more images would be one way of offsetting the text but unfortunately any images embedded in the text are far too small as it is, which is a pity given Paul Fillingham’s beautiful designs. But these things aside, I think we’ve done an excellent job in accurately representing factory life. Judge for yourself on The Space

More Obsessive Reading

Photo James Walker.

It’s been a long standing joke among friends that I take more books on holiday than clean pants but on a recent five day holiday to Middleton-on-Tees I surpassed my own ridiculous expectations by taking eleven. However, I think I can justify the excess. Firstly, as this was a holiday in England it didn’t really matter how many books I took as I didn’t have to worry about smuggling an overweight suitcase through customs. If anything, I’m surprised I didn’t take more with me. Secondly, each book was selected for a very specific purpose. You don’t limit yourself to one friend, so why do the same with books?

The Lonely Londoners (1956) by Sam Selvon was the August choice for book group and so I needed this to take notes to record it for a future blog. So as I’d already read it, this one doesn’t really count. The Collected Stories of Alan Sillitoe was one I could dip in and out of at any point and can be viewed as a snack between meals. As I’m tweeting all of Sillitoe’s work, it’s easier to read short stories and take notes as one story can be tweeted over a whole week. I’m off on holiday again soon and so I need enough tweets to cover this enforced absence which will be uploaded via Hootesuit.

Photo James Walker.

I’ve put off reading the Sillitoe biography The Life of the Long Distance Writer (2008) by Richard Bradford for a long time because Sillitoe’s two autobiographies, Raw Material (1972) and Life Without Armour (1995) are so good I didn’t see the point of reading it, even though it was authorised. But it has functioned as a kind of ‘refresher course’ in his life and work that has helped clarify a few facts for The Space project. As it turns out I’m really enjoying it and it became the book that shared my pillow at the end of play.

The remaining books were all to do with Nottingham, the River Trent or the Nottingham Canal and were purely for research. The fourth location on the Sillitoe Trail is the Trent and I’m still not entirely sure how to approach this and so I wanted to consume as many facts as possible. Portrait of Nottingham (1974) by former Post journalist Emrys Bryson was lent to me by Al Needham and comes with a forward by Sillitoe and was used as a fact checker. Nottingham: Settlement to a City (1953) by Duncan Gray was borrowed from Wayne Burrows and like the previous book is an absolute delight. I particularly recommend Appendix II: Long Row in 1879 which just goes to show how little things have changed. It was from this book that I used the Frame-breakers image to accompany Christy Fearn’s investigation into the Market Square as a historical site of rebellion for Event One on The Space.

The canal books helped piece together how waterways developed to support industry before becoming redundant due to the development of rail and car transport. But the book I couldn’t put down was Portrait of the River Trent (1968) by Peter Lord. It’s a magical read that brings the Trent to life and in places is like an eulogy for a lost lover. It’s certainly a match for Roger Deakin’s Waterlog (2000).

The Space finishes on October 31st and so it needs my undivided attention. Therefore I use the term ‘holiday’ in its loosest sense. It just means paying to stay in someone else’s house while reading, writing and researching. Nothing changes really, other than the beautiful scenery outside the window.