History
It was listed in the Domesday book as Werlafeslei.
Warley township, one of 23 townships in the ancient parish of Halifax, was also one of the biggest, stretching as far as Luddenden and what was to become Sowerby Bridge. The township consisted of many tiny settlements essentially based on the local farmsteads, places such as Lane End, Warley Edge, Winterburn Hill, Cliff Hill and Warley itself.
Warley remained a small settlement until the beginning of the 18th century. Then the consolidation of the Cliff Hill estate into a major land holding, coupled with the establishment of the Congregational chapel, formed the core round which the present village grew. In 1977 the Chapel was closed and converted housing now called Chantry House.
In front of the chapel, cottages were built for agricultural workers as well as larger houses for local businessmen who preferred to live in the country away from the smog of Halifax.
Warley Town is home to the amateur football team Warley Rangers. Wilfred Pickles and his wife Mabel were residents of Warley for many years, and Wilfred could occasionally be seen enjoying a pint of Webster's beer in the village pub, The Maypole. During the late 1960s and 1970s The Maypole was run by Jack Wilkinson and his wife June; Jack had previously been a well-known rugby league player and had played for Wakefield Trinity and Halifax rugby league football clubs. He also appeared as himself on the rugby pitch in the film 'This Sporting Life'. Before Jack and June took over at The Maypole the landlord and landlady were Mr and Mrs Fred Kitchen.
The writer Dr Phyllis Bentley was also a famous and long-term Warley resident.
Patrick Brontë, father of the writers Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, and of Branwell Brontë, lived for a time in Warley Town in a house called "The Grange" next to the congregational chapel.
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