We’ve been blessed by good weather for some weeks but things appear to be on the turn. Awful weather this morning, though the afternoon was OK until sunset, pictured here from the back of the house and with some serious cropping to get rid of all that distracting town below — though the top of the Nutclough Mill tower sneaks unobtrusively in.
It’s still noticeably not autumn, at least, in terms of what weather we would normally expect. However, most of the produce is now gone from the garden. The leeks are still growing, and visible, out of focus, in the foreground of this shot; but the only other remaining thing is this one apple, not yet windblown and hiding in its own little corner, hoping we will not notice and pick it.
Some pubs are football pubs but some devote their Saturday afternoons to the horse racing. We found ourselves in Keighley this afternoon and, after finishing our duties, as we do, gravitated to the nearest pub — with the bonus that this was about the first chance in my life that I had to sample the products of the Timothy Taylor brewery in the town of its origin. The Boltmakers’ Arms became the pub of choice — and very fine it was too.
The weather was forecast to deteriorate today but it seemed alright to me. A very busy week comes to a close with a very pleasant evening.
The biannual trip to the tooth doctor is usually good for a pic — if only because it’s a well-lit activity. This is at least the second time Joe has been pictured mid-examination and I think I got one of myself in once, too. The next visit is in March, if you notice this kind of thing.
September was balmy and mild, though not necessarily graced by good light, at least, not where I have been for the last couple of weeks. The first morning of October made up for this, however. Yes, OK, it’s another ‘tree on campus’ shot, but autumn’s here, expect more of this kind of stuff.
This is ‘my’ courtyard because I never see anyone else in here. There are — and I know them all — three entrances into this courtyard, surrounded by the brown-grey concrete expanses of the Ellen Wilkinson building. One is a fire exit, one looks like it’s just a conduit for the trash and one is a gate that is always closed, but never locked. None are welcoming, so this place is always deserted. Fine by me… this is my space.
Monday morning. Shapes, colours, lines. Could do without the tree, however.
Awaiting me on my return from Norway yesterday were some author’s copies of my book, this being the one I wrote while on sabbatical between January and August last year, including my time in Australia. So here it is, finally, a physical object rather than just an abstract concept. If you’re into discussions of the political theory of information, you should buy it 🙂
Fagernes Yacht Klubb is the name of this band. They play a series of hoary old 70s and 80s classics, and do so very well, despite the fact that none of them could possibly have been born before 1990. They were the climax (at least for me) of the evening’s entertainment at Høgskolen i Bergen’s opening celebrations (see also yesterday).
Technically this is still ‘Friday night’ but as it’s after midnight this qualifies to be Saturday’s pic of the day. Which makes it the earliest on any day so far, a record it will probably retain. It’s also the first to appear from the hours of 0:00 – 0:59, which means that there are now only two hours of the day unrepresented on the blog — 2:00 – 2:59 and 5:00 – 5:59. Leave it with me…
