the history and future of Britain"s model towns
Imagined utopias: the history and future of Britains model towns The most illicit alcoholic drink to be enjoyed in West Yorkshire is taken in Dont Tell Titus, a bar named in honour of the industrial philanthropist Titus Salt, who established the model village of Saltaire in 1851. That name is a playful nod to the beginnings of this Bradford suburb, which was constructed as a Victorian utopia for Salts workers along puritanical lines. Abstinence here was key.
Saltaire forms the centrepiece of Jacqueline Yallops new book, Dreamstreets: a Journey Through Britains Village Utopias, which studies a handful of the many model settlements built by wealthy figures in close proximity to mines, factories and mills � including Nenthead and Port Sunlight � mostly during the 19th century. "Saltaire conjures up clearly the model of the mid-century mill town," Yallop tells me from Aberystwyth, where she teaches creative writing. "Its certainly the most Victorian of the model villages in its form and conception. "As I mention in the book, it strikes you as a kind of stalwart Victorian gent, very well turned out and impeccably mannered. Salt himself talked very little about his vision, however, so its difficult to know how far it realises his intentions � or, indeed, what his intentions were." The "Punjabi meze" and "home-made Scotch egg, Titus style" � breaded and bearded, perhaps? � on the bar menu suggest that times have changed. With its vintage clothing fairs, concrete skate park and David Hockney collection, a place once devoted almost entirely to one product � wool � now functions as a destination for art, food and commerce. In 2001, it was given World Heritage status. Saltaire remains largely residential. The well-kept terraced streets are a testament to foresight and durability. The town provided bathhouses, a hospital, a library, a science lab and a gymnasium, free of charge. Today, beanstalks push through the acidic soil of the allotments first plotted on Caroline Street in the 1850s. The 14 acres of Roberts Park remain impeccably maintained.
"I think there was a mixture of genuine benevolence among philanthropists � often driven by religious belief � and commercial self-interest," Yallop explains. "It can be very difficult to disentangle these motives and Im sure many of the philanthropists themselves didnt examine them too closely." This is evident in Salts Mill, a squat cathedral of a structure that stands emphatically against the turbid Pennine sky. Here, 3,000 workers once turned out 18 miles of worsted cloth every day. Now, in its vast retail and gallery spaces, the scent of fresh lilies hangs in the air, to a soundtrack of gentle classical music. The mill was saved by the entrepreneur Jonathan Silver in 1987, who brought theatre, performance and Hockney to Saltaire. The cavernous old loom rooms are the ideal spaces in which to view the Bradford-born artists collages, set designs and iPad drawings. Nevertheless, visitors cant escape the industrial past here. On a hot day, oil from alpaca wool rises up ghostlike through the flagstones to pool. Titus Salt may have been progressive but he was still a Victorian. He was against raising the minimum working age of children above nine. When Salt died in 1876, as many as 100,000 people lined his funeral route. Are there, I wonder, any modern equivalents of such utopias? "There are still places being built in America along similar lines, often for specific religious communities, or perhaps for retirement villages," Yallop says. "There was also a recent discussion about Facebook building a company town, which would be an interesting update of the experiment."