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Peter Dench is a photographer, writer, curator and presenter based in London. He is one of the co-curators of Photo North in Harrogate and has been exhibited dozens of times. He has published a
number of books including The Dench Dozen: Great Britons of Photography Vol 1; Dench Does Dallas; The British Abroad; A&E: Alcohol & England and England Uncensored. Visit peterdench.com
I
was once anonymously sent a copy
of the book, Closing Time: The Lost
Pubs of Liverpool, photographed by
Kevin Casey. Who would be so cruel
to do that? What could I have done to
offend someone so acutely? The pubs are
boarded up and broken down, every turned
page a tombstone, each pub an Amityville
Horror, a mausoleum of thirsty souls.
The pub was the happy destination of
beer being brewed opposite my childhood
home. The smell of hops has me yanked
back to my youth and the pubs that
played a crucial part in shaping how I see
and feel about the world. The Springhead
and its golden garden of bees and
buttercups. The Railway Tavern, where
motorcycle gangs lounged on the
pavement smoking cigarettes, leather
jackets crackling in the heat. A celebratory
Sunday roast at The White Hart, after
another headed goal secured the pub
football team victory. There was a lot of
sunshine in the late 1970s and 1980s and
the pub was celestial.
Pubs are consistently being culled as
they bounce from crisis to crisis, decade
after decade: recession, the smoking ban
and the proliferation of cheap supermarket
alcohol have all taken their toll, snatching
away some of the nation’s favourite and
iconic watering holes. According to data
from the Offi ce for National Statistics,
nearly a quarter of UK pubs closed between
2008 and 2018.
The Golden Lion, from the book Early
Sunday Morning, photographed by Peter
Mitchell, is one of around 100 colour
photographs of the city of Leeds taken in
the 1970s and 1980s. While the south coast
seaside town of my teens was thriving,
large parts of Leeds were being dismantled.
Mitchell documented them in his direct
and singular style: book shops, record
shops, cafes, factories, terraced housing and
the pub – stoic and mute, blinded by
wooden boards, a warning of what once
was and what was to come.
I saved a fortune during the pandemic
lockdown. As the pubs prepared to reopen
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on Super Saturday, 4 July, I was unsure
whether I wanted to return. Then I
remembered Mitchell’s photograph and
decided to do my bit to revive the industry
and help to resurrect my local boozer. It’s
not the same, like a dear friend who’s
suffered a stroke, something is missing,
perhaps gone forever – the bubbles were
less bubbly, the bar less bright.
I fi rst politically associated the rainbow
with Greenpeace, then gay rights,
additionally now the NHS and associated
healthcare workers. The pub too has
transitioned, from a symbol of community
to hardship and dismantled lives. A
consequence of the lockdown where I live,
The Queens, the Kings Head and The Old
Dairy pubs remain shuttered amid rumours
they may never reopen. It’s time to put
emotions aside, pick up the camera
andchannelthatinnerMitchell.
‘Mitchell documented them in his direct and singular
style: the pub stoic and mute, blinded by wooden boards’
Early Sunday Morning is published by RRB Photobooks.
Edit and sequence by John Myers. £50