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The Bride Stone or Alien's Head, Bridestones, Todmorden.

"Our little town is a hole. Always was and always will be. Except right now,” I say, “it’s a hole into the future. And the stuff we fish out of this hole will change your whole stinking world."

Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic (2012)

The uncanny valley dwells on the line between the familiar and the alien. It is instantly recognisable and not of this world. Its very existence is oxymoronic, but if you've been to Todmorden you already know that.
With an ear to the ground and an eye to the sky, we are searching for the otherworldly and ethereal that comes from inside the valley, or is drawn towards it.


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