The rad-shed castle.
Mired in the benevolence of pristine antiquity
yet saunters ever so slightly into times ever changing capsule.
Ensconced in the little town of Chadderton
in the warm embrace of the apple tree residence,
overlooking the nightfall shutters of the Oldham horizon
and caressed and cascaded by the fading Mancunian evening sunset.
It plays host to mechanical ‘tids' and bits from tips and skips
which fashion an effervescent autobahn beauty
that flaunts itself in the ancient and modern towns of the English country.
A castle of varying beauty that's dusky in the autumn spell
but blushes to a glistening grey in the summer days.
A resilient wonder that has surpassed time-tested edifices
And still scribes its worth in the memory of locals
The Rad-shed castle, a quintessence of the Northern pride
that will always hold a place in the core of the Lancashire county
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