A Travel Log of 1850s England During the Industrial Revolution

  Today was my last day in England before I time-traveled again to the present, so I visited the Stott Park Bobbin Mill.  The mill is located in a very remote area, which was perfect because the trees around it provided the mill with the resources necessary to create bobbins.  Also, I noticed that all of  the surrounding trees were cut into perfect poles. They were all trimmed back so that the tree could be used for bobbin making ( " History of Stott" ). The Scott Park Bobbin Mill was powered by a watermill which “had been fed by a pond beside the mill, which drew its water from High Dam. . .” ( " History of Stott" ). As I stood by the mill, I could hear the water rushing fast over the wheel. The water wheel powered and turned the belts overhead, which in turn powered the machinery, allowing the men to produce the bobbins.   Once I stepped inside the mill, I was  immediately  greeted by the smell of sawdust. There were piles of bobbins on the ground in...

Today, I decided to do something fun and spontaneous. So, I bought tickets to the most famous circus in London, The Royal Amphitheatre. From the outside, it  appeared to be  a regular building; however, once inside, the entire world seemed different. There were hundreds of people: children, factory workers, affluent individuals, all in the same place, waiting eagerly for the show to begin. The interior structural design was exceptionally well-planned, allowing for  numerous  possibilities for  various types  of performances in the future. Not only did The Royal Amphitheatre have a stage, but it also featured a circus ring at its center, connected by ramps  (The Story of  Circus ) . Furthermore, the building's rims were lined with bright green and red accents, and a huge chandelier hung over the central pit ( Astley’s Royal Amphitheatre ).    I took a seat as close to the pit as possible, so I could fully experience the show. When it star...

The next stop for my travels was a coal mine. I visited the Middleton Colliery in Leeds, a coal mine  located  just south of Yorkshire.  Also, I noticed many little white miners' cottages that families often rented ( Century Mines ). These houses were owned by the same person who owned the coal mine. With some hesitation, I decided to see what the coal mine was like inside. So, I walked to the pithead, which was quite a distance from the cottages.  As I walked closer to the mine, I saw many children emerging from the pit, coughing and covered in black soot that had caked onto their faces.  From above,  the mine  appeared as a dark, endless pit, which made me feel uneasy.   Then someone lowered me into the mine with a rope. And the moment I descended into the shaft, everything around me went completely dark and black. The deeper I went, the more difficult it became to breathe; the surrounding air was hot and thick with dust. Not surprisingly, ...

  I  woke up   bright and early  to see the cotton mills in Manchester. However, the first thing I noticed was the hazy, gray sky as clouds of smoke filled the horizon. As I  looked into  the distance, the sheer number of factory chimneys stunned me; they covered the entire skyline. I grabbed my belongings and approached a giant factory, built of  brick , which housed a massive cotton mill. Without hesitation, I stepped inside, and my ears started to ring from the overwhelming noise of  the clattering  machines. Workers were shouting just to be heard, but the machines still muffled their voices. The conditions were extremely harsh, with  very young  children working alongside  adults . I  encountered   a very young  boy who was only eight years old, and he told me his workdays were often as long as 16 hours, starting at 5 a.m. and ending at 9 p.m. (" Report" ). Not only that,  the child  also informed m...

I have always wanted to see England during the Industrial Revolution in the 1850s, so I got into my time machine and was instantly transported back in time. Once I got off  my time machine, I decided to take a locomotive train to my next destination, which was   the Cotton  Mills in Manchester. Therefore, I went to  the Liverpool  Train Station and bought a ticket. The train station air smelled of coal and hot steam emanating from the train as it pulled into the station. As it arrived, the train came to a screeching halt, and a distinct “hissing” sound echoed from it as it laid force on the brakes. Extremely crowded, the station was full of people rushing to get onto the train, pushing past me,  in order to  find the best seat. A worker on the train whistled and yelled, "All aboard, who's coming aboard!” being the last call before the train  would depart . So, I knew I had to hurry before it  departed  from the station. The distance from...