Monday 21st June 2021, 12.10pm (day 3,588)
“Oh my God!! We’ve been sliced!”
Another inanimate object with a secret inner life
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Father/son humour
Sunday 20th June 2021, 1.50pm (day 3,587)
A wholly uneventful Sunday. Joe staggered downstairs some time in the early afternoon and presented me with a couple of bottles of Old Peculier and this card, displaying his rather understated sense of humour.
Moel Famau summit
Saturday 19th June 2021, 11.40am (day 3,586)
Top of Flintshire, summit of the Clwydian Hills, Moel Famau appealed enough to the royalists of the early 19th century for them to begin building on it a tower to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of King George III. But this fervour clearly faded, and the construction was never finished. Nowadays it is just a place to rest after hauling oneself up to the 1,814 feet (554m) summit. But it looks good, and the view is magnificent. (For pictures of that, see my other blog.)
In the pub, Friday afternoon
Friday 18th June 2021, 4.30pm (day 3,585)
I’m posting a day late and Friday seems a long time ago now after a busy Saturday. I like this picture mostly just for the shapes made, but the woman’s blood sugar monitor also fascinated me. I’ve never seen an implant like that before.
Optimistic stage
Thursday 17th June 2021, 8.15am (day 3,584)
Since the start of the Great Fear it’s been the cities, like Manchester, which have felt the most alien and empty. Shoppers have come back, but not yet tourists nor office workers. Whether or not those latter groups will return, and how, is still an open question. But this stage, being built for the Manchester International Festival is, to me, a sign of optimism — yet there are still so many lockdown-loving lunatics out there (most obviously in the Labour Party) that we may never be sure of anything again. Covid ain’t going away, anyone. We will be catching it, ‘testing positive’ for it, for the rest of our lives. Get used to it.
Down in the subway
Wednesday 16th June 2021, 10.35am (day 3,583)
This subway under Manchester Road in Rochdale is very neglected, a real hole in the ground. But with the sunshine pouring down from outside, it’s not unattractive.
Formal Sheep Portrait (High Pike)
Tuesday 15th June 2021, 1.05pm (day 3,582)
A very fine day was had in the Lake District. Even the sheep seemed to be enjoying it, and this ewe poses readily for the camera as they often do, with High Pike behind. A shame her lamb did not feel like joining in too, but one can’t have everything. (For more pictures from today, see my Wainwrights blog.)
A man of two sides
Monday 14th June 2021, 10.15am (day 3,581)
I shaved the rest off after taking this photo, rest assured.
A dash of colour
Sunday 13th June 2021, 1.20pm (day 3,580)
Everything’s growing fast. Do the weeding in the garden and three days later it all comes back, it seems. These plants — I am not botanist enough to identify them — offered a splash of colour to the mostly green landscape but it was only temporary; they are weeds, they had to go. But like everything else, they will no doubt return.
Under the locomotive
Saturday 12th June 2021, 12.05pm (day 3,579)
In the National Railway Museum, York. Joe used to be taken here frequently when he was little, but with around two-thirds of his life having passed since the last time, he now claims no memory of the place, so as we had a couple of hours to kill in York this afternoon, it was worth the revisit. Thus, York becomes the latest location to hit double figures on the blog: 10 shots taken there now, in what is nearly 10 years.
