Sunday 4th October 2015, 2.05pm (day 1,501)
It is nearly 24 years since I turned up one evening in Yorkshire (10th October 1991) on the assumption it would be another temporary stay. I’m still there. There are reasons for this.
Welcome to day 1,500 of the blog, One and a half thousand days turns out to be 4 years, 1 month and 8 days in old money. The path through Nutclough Woods was closed for ages as the flood defenses at the bottom were rebuilt (three years after they were needed); but it is now open again, so let’s use this milestone date to celebrate that fact. The weather has turned autumnal, but the trees remain in summer green for now.
This minor street in Manchester city centre was previously pictured, relatively intact, back in April 2014. Since then it, like most of the rest of the city centre, has been chewed up in a big way. This is a less tidy shot than its previous appearance, but that’s just the way things are in Manchester at the moment.
A classic symposium/conference scene. The speaker emotes to present his point to a bunch of guys looking at their laptops. Ah well, probably the rest of the audience were paying attention; although your humble diarist can’t criticise seeing as he’s just taking a photo at this point.
Sweden makes it back onto the blog exactly two years after my last (and only previous) visit. With a population of just shy of a million Gothenburg is the second-largest city in that country. As you can see, it was a beautiful day. However, can’t say I’ve seen much of it (the day or the city), spending most of today in the building to the left, the city museum, for the seminar I’m attending here, hence Schiphol yesterday. The canal seen here doesn’t seem to have a name: Norra Hamnagatan is the street on the left side of this shot.
Although I have been doing plenty of work trips recently they have all been in the UK, and it’s been six months since I was actually at Manchester airport heading off somewhere for work. Today I changed planes in Schiphol, one of those hub airports that almost everyone who flies probably ends up at some point or another, and what a joyful place it is…. I was sitting behind this fence watching the arriving passengers get off the plane we were about to get on, and I kind of like this shot just for the effect, how the fence and the light make the woman look sort of ghostly.
Mist in Yorkshire this morning, clear skies in Lancashire, with this photo taken almost right on the border between the two, up on the Long Causeway, above Todmorden. I know I did wind turbines 12 days ago, but it’s impossible to resist returning to the theme.
London is a vast city, too big to get a handle on as a whole, but one can find bits of it to identify with, become familiar with. Bloomsbury is definitely my bit. This street scene is taken just to one side of Tavistock Square, which has appeared on several occasions previously. The building is the HQ of the British Medical Association (BMA), one of the more powerful professional associations in the land. A beautiful morning, as many of them have been lately.
From King Street, Manchester yesterday to the King’s Road, London. A street in which the glamorous come to shop and be seen, but their thunder was stolen temporarily this afternoon by this bubble car which got a lot of attention. Very few cars have been the subject of photos on this blog but I’ll make an exception here. The pic doesn’t really show the dog sitting in the back seat (a great additional touch), but I like it because of the sign in the background above the rather bemused guy on the pavement.