This collage, featuring the Graphene Institute on the left, indicates quite clearly why I and much of the rest of Manchester city centre got very wet about twenty minutes later. But, yes, I had packed an umbrella, fortunately.
It’s astonishing, and kind of embarrassing, quite how grubby are some of the harder-to-reach corners of our house. This one sits below the unused chimney, but that’s an explanation, not an excuse. I picture it here to shame the cleaning fairies who, of course, should be the ones doing the work.
This is the view from a cattle grid at the end of Crowthorn Road, above the village of Edgworth, passed on my latest County Top walk (see my other blog) — a good walk with decent views, as you can tell. That’s definitely Manchester over there. There is one thing I would remove from this composition: and no, it’s not the wind turbine.
There’s something terribly familiar about this scene (and there’s me just noticing that ‘familiar’ and ‘family’ have the same root). Only it doesn’t happen all that much any more: this is Joe’s first appearance on the blog since our Christmas trip to Dundee, and his first in Hebden Bridge since early August. We did spend some time talking to each other, by the way.
Chester is a city that has maintained its pre-WW2 architecture better than most, and going black-and-white seems appropriate today. It also hides the anomaly that is the bright blue of the sign for bus stop S3. Yes, I was in the beer garden of the Town Crier at this point, but at least it was after noon. Just.
Out there, there might have been some news going on, but I was having nothing to do with it. It was the last day of my teaching semester, so I hauled myself into Manchester once more, managed a couple of shots in the vicinity of Victoria station, and that was it. This one is a combo of colours, shapes and hair. Yes, the post is annoying, but I’ve already cropped out quite a chunk so in it stays.
More teaching, though of a different sort. To celebrate the last active (for me, anyway) week of the semester, just for once I thought it would be nice to try to get them to do a bit of talking. You know, to each other. I guess it worked, more or less.
Actually there were participants from a few different countries here today but the core was Bangladeshi. I’ve finished my part of the webinar — that’s my icon on the right of the set (a picture that is nearly nine years old now, as in it I’m wearing my eclipse glasses). My colleague Martyn is about to get going in my stead, and who doesn’t love a Dr Strangelove reference?
This is definitely liquid nitrogen (or was, until a second or two previously), as it’s going into the Air Liquide tank next to the Engineering building. All sorts of things might be going on in there, with applications for liquid nitrogen ranging from the preservation of human remains through the digging of tunnels to the making of ice cream. As uni doesn’t have a cookery department, though, it’s probably not the last one. I can’t discount the first.
OK, so it’s only the Macron Cup, the league cup for the teams in the North West Counties League (situated at the 9th and 10th levels of English football): but after beating West Didsbury and Chorlton 3-1 at Accrington Stanley’s ground this afternoon, AFC Liverpool have won more trophies this season than their senior city cousins are going to. So some celebration is well deserved.
Being 42 