Former Crimea Tavern, Castleford
Former Crimea Tavern pub in Castleford to be demolished for flats:
Once more, the loss of a derelict pub is justified by a supposed lack of architectural merit. Conservation officers at Wakefield would not have any grounding to justify an intervention in this case. Even if they wanted to.
This is sad. We need to recognise that it is not just the architectural treatment of the elevation, or the quality of the architectural vocabulary that make a building important.
It is the massing, its relationship with the street, and the proportionality of the elevation that are of historic value – characteristics which are not acknowledged in any replacement. This is clearly stated in every policy going; national, district, local.
Thus another pocket of Yorkshire loses its final piece of a once populated high street.
My Grandmother lived in the cottage attached to the Crimea Tavern
I’m guessing that the tavern has now been pulled down?
Grandma lived there in the 1960’s then sold the cottage to my Aunt Doris Townend who lived there with her husband Arthur Townend up to 2000ish. On family visits Arthur and I would pop round the corner into the Crimea for a pint or two. I assume that more recently there are plans afoot to demolish the pub, sacrificed for trendy riverside apartments.
I have quite literally just called the police to alert them of a gang of around 20 young children inside the crimea tavern, they brazenly trashed it as i stood watching whilst on the phone to them! They were kicking all the doors in…smashing windows and then throwing pieces of cupboards up at the windows.they were absolutely destroying the place.we went round the front of the pub and they had thrown things from the inside out through windows onto the actual pavement in the middle of a busy shopping day as elderly people and small children walked past, they could have killed someone.They saw me ringing the police and just carried on for another 15 minutes! The police never arrived whilst we were there so they probably didn’t bother coming.
My Grandfather would have turned in his grave – He was a publican there in the 1930’s.