Monthly Archives: September 2022

Umbilicus (not funeral-related)

Monday 19th September 2022, 10.00am (day 4,043)

Mac adaptor, 19/9/22

This is nothing whatsoever to do with today’s global media event, which I could not have spared the time to watch even if the desire had been there: declaring a national holiday at short notice is all well and good but it didn’t mean the jobs went away. Not least the new Mac, that is still in the process of being shaped to look as much like the old one as possible. Though no thanks to Apple, for taking away most of the useful ports on anything they shipped after about 2017. That’s another £64 to the Cupertino coffers for the umbilicus one now needs even to look at all that data sitting on the backup drive.

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The Astleys, above Sowerby Bridge

Sunday 18th September 2022, 11.00am (day 4,042)

The Astleys, 18/9/22

Flat land is at a premium in the valley, so round here, the recreation grounds are built high up: as with the Astleys, a set of one cricket and three football pitches above Sowerby Bridge. There are worse things to do on a Sunday morning.

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Floral design, as you see

Saturday 17th September 2022, 11.35am (day 4,041)

Floral design, 17/9/22

I like it when you get these built-in labels for a picture. My job of description is done.

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Pall Mall, Friday afternoon

Friday 16th September 2022, 2.35pm (day 4,040)

Pall Mall, 16/9/22

I would not normally go into Manchester as late as this, particularly not on a Friday. But my employers said in order to get my new hardware, hard-wired, I needed to pay homage at the Desk of Service. In person. So be it — I ultimately cared as little as the owner of these legs.

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Phantom Clare

Thursday 15th September 2022, 6.15pm (day 4,039)

Phantom Clare, 15/9/22

Of all the days over the two weeks since I effectively lost my access to photos, this was the dullest and least eventful. Getting a shot of C’s coat, left as she went to buy a drink, and somehow imagining that it looks like her shade or phantom, was about as exciting as it got. Sometimes Thursdays are like that. One cannot always get the hang of Thursdays.

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Poster session (not my conference)

Wednesday 14th September 2022, 10.40am (day 4,038)

Poster session, 14/9/22

I was just passing, honest. The crowd who were in the foyer of University Place next door were doubtless heading here shortly after I did so, ready to spoil the pristine purpleness of the carpet, at least. But I’m sure the posters were interesting.

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On the buddleia

Tuesday 13th September 2022, 3.40pm (day 4,037)

Butterfly and buddleia, 13/9/22

I’m not convinced about all the technicalities of this shot but it was done with an extremely long zoom (x80 at least) and in that respect it’s pleasing enough. We don’t really pick up any of the details on the wings of the Cabbage White but let’s not get too ambitious, eh — at least, not with my kit.

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Brighouse v Worksop

Monday 12th September 2022, 8.10pm (day 4,036)

Brighouse v Worksop, 12/9/22

A slightly familiar scene perhaps, whether generally or specifically to this location and club. But I don’t care. This take on it pleases me and although my lot (in orange) lost 2-0 this was the most pleasant thing about the day.

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Abington services, M74

Sunday 11th September 2022, 12.20pm (day 4,035)

Abington services, 11/9/22

The drive home. The convenience of Abington service station on the M74, two and a half hours from Dundee, and usually three hours from home: unless the bastards close the M6, like they did this weekend. But that’s a different and undepicted story. I hope, at least, that this couple, also heading south, still felt affectionate once they got home.

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Darrach Hill (an arse)

Saturday 10th September 2022, 11.25am (day 4,034)

Darrach Hill, 10/9/22

Darrach Hill lies a short (but not easy) way north of the town of Kilsyth, in central Scotland. Ot becomes the fifty-ninth County Top that I have surmounted — and if you’re interested in that parallel project please do follow my other blog. The summit of this hill is only 1,171 feet/357m above sea level — sounds easy, right? Don’t you believe it. The crap that one has to negotiate to reach the summit fully justifies my use of the anatomical reference in the title of this post.

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