The brickwork is very impressive, and captured well by a fine photographer.
It reminds of Cox's Stack in Dundee, similarly impressive and taller, which was built on the side of a jute mill where my maternal grandmother used to work in the early decades of the 20th century. Conditions and pay were awful, and when the industry declined in the 1960s and 70s, some of the mills were knocked down to the great delight of many of the citizens of Dundee. However, there was a demonstration by the brick workers' trade union to preserve Cox's Stack, despite it having become a symbol of oppression, because of the skill of those who built it. It's now viewed a symbol of excellence in the brick trade.
I learned this in the 70s from a bricklayer whose grandfather had worked on it. I, like everyone I knew in the mid to late 70s and early 80s, spent most of my post-school years unemployed and without an apprenticeship, but forced into useless job-creation schemes. One such job was to plant trees in one area, then after a month dig them up and plant them somewhere else, and then somewhere else. I got quite militant and refused to work in a job where I was learning nothing, and was receiving pathetic wages, just to keep the unemployment figures down. They couldn't sack me. I stayed in the buckie, or hut, and ended up teaching some of the guys to read, and prepared for their tea and dinner breaks. I'd forgotten all about this until seeing your image, Pete. Thankfully I had the gumption to leave Dundee, though what happened next would take me a LONG time to relate! You'll have to wait for my autobiography
