Our flat is in a remodeled Victorian warehouse: the Dewhirst, as the ancient lettering running up the side proudly announces. It's a four-story brick building, with retail on the ground floor, apartments arrayed around a spiral staircase in the center, and a little patio on the roof. Besides the wooden patio, the building is roofed in fragile slate sheets, with some interesting lead plate trim.
Exploring the roof, I found that the small, flat top of a utility structure offered the best view; I climbed up some ventilation equipment and took a few photos of the spectacular old rooflines in the neighborhood around our place. In hopes of taking an set of evening photos, I returned that evening to find that the ventilation equipment that I'd ascended before was now warm. I ascended to my view perch and found myself blasted by the hot, yeasty exhaust of the Domino's pizza ovens in the building below. I took a few photos in the pleasant heat and descended the warm ventilation structure.
In part because Leeds was largely spared the destruction of the World War II blitzkrieg bombing campaigns, large districts of historical architecture survive. The rooflines appearing in the photos include the domed structure of the Corn Exchange, a former Victorian commodities trading house; the silver cupolas of the Kirkgate Market, an vast indoor market where butchers, fish- and produce-mongers hawk their goods; and the spire of Leeds Minster at sunrise and again after nightfall.
