Saddleworth

In a nutshell.

Gail in Saddleworth says, can you do us a favour, please? Me and our Steve.

I'm going to Glasgow next Wednesday for a bit of a look around.

I was wondering if you can ensure that it is not raining, please, because when it rains, my hair goes all frizzy and Steve comes unstuck and falls off.

I'm going to suggest a classic brass banding tune for you, which is Knights Templar by George Allen.

And this particular brass banding piece holds a particular part of my heart because there's something called, I don't know if you've ever heard of the Wick Friday marches at all up in Saddleworth.

Ah, right.

This

is right up your street.

So every Whip Friday, so however many weeks after Easter that is, around a hundred bands, mostly from the UK, but we get people from Canada and Norway, New Zealand, all over the show, descend on the villages of Saddleworth and they all pile on to coaches and they drive around and you have to, each of the villages has a competition.

And you have to announce your arrival by marching down the road, playing a particular tune.

We in recent years have gone for pop songs like Backstreet Boys or I think we did Under the Sea by Little Mermaid one year.

Later, police realize that these scenes mark the graves of their victims.

They escape to Saddleworth to drink wine, listen to classical music, and kill children.

It was Myra and Ian against the world.

For all intents and purposes, Hindley seemed a relatively normal, in inverted commas, young female until she teamed up with Ian Brady.

But the fact that they taped it, God, it's horrible.

They got tape recordings, they got photographs, and the picture that began to assemble then was of a bizarre, ugly, pornographic, cult relationship, and it was then that they started looking through missing files, missing children and so on, and the whole thing basically exploded.

Following a tip-off from David Smith, police from five neighbouring forces began searching Saddleworth Moors.

They were determined to give poor Leslie Ann Downey's mum some kind of closure.

Yeah.

I mean, I suppose the place I learned to climb would be Den Lane Quarry, which is, it's an open mill, Saddleworth, and So it's an old wreck.

You could still climb on part of it, but after that, it's like dog kennels and a mess.

Right,