If this is a specific type of rose, I cannot identify it: Clare tried helping out by doing one of those ‘look for images that resemble this’ searches on Google and it just came up with the name of a company, proving how our informational sphere has been colonised (or something). Perhaps future Google image searches will find this picture and call this breed ‘Crinkly’ because that’s what it is. Which is why I took the shot: I like its crinkliness.
As seen from the little-used western footbridge at Victoria station. This picture features many of the same buildings as were seen last Monday — but, you know, a little closer up. And a crane. There’s always a crane.
Exactly what species this is, no idea, but this little creature becomes the first specimen of the family Pleurodelinae — the newts — to appear on the blog. Sister Vicki was quite concerned that a heron had been munching on the inhabitants of her garden pond, but this one, at least, is OK so far.
Lengthy huddles are a feature of women’s football, in fact it seems they are obligatory for teams at every level. Not that this particular huddle helped Leicester City very much in their match at Everton this afternoon: already bottom of the league and facing a relegation play-off, they lost 1-0. I choose the shot because the palate is pleasing: the pink of their shirts seems matched by the coverings on the seats behind. Everton’s men’s team left the historic Goodison Park at the start of the season for their new stadium on the dockside, and the women now occupy it as ‘the biggest dedicated women’s stadium in the country’, which is nice for them but does mean there was a lot of empty space: a couple of thousand people were in attendance.
One of those occasions where it’s a case of — yes, I’ll go with that. There is nothing more to be said.
To me it looks like the goose is paddling through paint, a Jackson Pollock-style approach to imposing its artistic views on the world, or at least, this part of the Hebden Water, below the line of shops and apartments on Valley Road. Maybe the bird itself could be a bit more prominent — although its not as if Canada geese are bright red, is it — or I might have zoomed in more, but never mind.
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.
Being 42 