Two days in a row of pictures taken by the side of the canal. This dog barked in a kind of elderly fashion at me as I walked past this morning. Honour was satisfied, without troubling either side, but it still woke up the owner.
After a cold and snowy few days in Norway, back home, to a less snowy but still cold Hebden Bridge. The bicycle hanging by the canal is a legacy of when it was much warmer, back in July, and the Tour de France came zipping by.
I know I did the snowy mountain shot on my way into Bergen, and here we are doing it again on the way back home, but it was either that or a photo of my breakfast. This one is better. And creamier.
No frolicking in the snow today — too much work to do. This time in Bergen I have been accompanied by a colleague from Manchester, Chris, and here he is enjoying the beanbags of this 21st century workspace: the building that, in the end, our project here in Norway has all been about. So let’s use it…
If in doubt for something to do in Bergen (and you’ve finished work for the day), take the funicular and come up here. This is Fløyfellet’s second appearance on the blog, the first being well over three years ago (27th Nov 2011), and the second shot in a row of a snowy Norwegian scene with a vaguely supernatural element.
As pictured from the final descent into Bergen Flesland airport this afternoon. Tell me I’m not the only person who sees this. I’m just waiting for the moment at which it snaps its jaws open and consumes the yacht without a trace.I have looked for this island (or peninsula, or archipelago) on a map of the area but can’t identify it; perhaps it only reveals its monstrous nature from this very specific angle.
Postscript: As the comment indicates one of my followers has since identified this as the island of Snilstveitøy.
Today is the last of 66 days in a row for me in the UK, which I guess isn’t very long, but it is the second-longest UK-bound period of this blog. I was in Manchester today but the run ended with a damn fine — but cold — Hebden Bridge morning.
As viewed from our allotment this morning. I alleviated the pain of yesterday’s football by going out and tilling the land, or something like that. A sunny day, but cold, to greet February.
The second season in a row where I’ve made the Blackpool v Brighton picture, and hence this stadium’s second appearance on the blog. My rather negative feelings about Blackpool were not helped by the lousy game and lousy result (a 1-0 defeat after a gutless performance). This shot of the stadium epitomises it all.
Being 42 