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Weatherfield and Coronation Street

Tony Warren created Coronation Street in 1960, and based the show on Salford, close by the television studios where it is produced. Like Salford, Weatherfield is a former industrial town, with most of its infrastructure dating from the cotton industry, starting in the Industrial Revolution. Housing in Weatherfield is also typical of its former industry, with the majority of dwellings being small Victorian terraces although like Salford many of the old terraces were demolished during the 1960s and 70s to make way for high rise developments. This change to the architectural skyline of Weatherfield was demonstrated during the opening titles to the series during the early 1970s.

Coronation Street is situated towards the centre of Weatherfield, and is flanked by Rosamund Street (the main thoroughfare towards the Manchester city centre) at its west. At the eastern end of Coronation Street is Viaduct Street and the former London, Midland and Scottish Railway (LMS) railway viaduct. The viaduct now links Weatherfield to central Manchester via the Metrolink tram system.

The exterior set used in the filming of Coronation Street, which is currently based at the Granada Television complex in central Manchester, comprises only Coronation Street, Rosamund Street, Viaduct Street and Victoria Street. Other parts of fictional Weatherfield are filmed at locations in and around Greater Manchester such as Eccles (part of metropolitan borough of Salford), Prestwich and also parts of Salford. Victoria Street now also features a modern set of penthouses.

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