The sign is unreadable thanks to the light shining through the wicker, but it says “Please take this chair if you would like it.” And our Clare is the kind of person who gives home to abandoned household objects like this, which is why we have no room in our house to swing a cat. Well, not any particularly big ones.
This really was about as much of the world as I saw today. But, you know, not in black and white.
What happened between 28/4 and 1/5/2016 incidentally? Answer: that year’s Hebden Bridge Burlesque Festival. Should you be wondering.
Apples, rhubarb, blackberries, a leek (the leeks have done magnificently this year), kale, lettuce and I think there’s a blueberry in there somewhere. Not bad for half an hour up at the allotment. And, you know, a few months of work, mostly by Nature.
Ssshhhh…. I’m recording. It was an excuse to get onto campus, anyway. This is only the fifth Manchester picture since the 10th March, 170 days ago.
A reason we went away this week in particular was that our bathroom was being redecorated so it was advisable to be out of the house. This job was ably undertaken by Catherine, pictured here in the process of grouting our newly tiled floor, and her assistant Simon. All is now back in use and looking much better, so thanks (and money) are due to them both.
There were several other photos that could have made it today and they were all more artistic than this one. But I have gone with this one simply to provoke some consideration. Is this sign a joke? Or is it meant seriously? What’s more to the point is that right now it’s actually impossible to be sure, and that alone is a sign of how screwed up things have become. I will continue to document the world that I see, but it doesn’t mean that I understand it any more.
The second day in a row with an explicitly circular theme. The scene appeared during my first use of C’s treatment room as a work venue for a few weeks, in which time some changes have indiscernibly happened among the decorations and words to ponder.
Ahhh. Rubus plicatus, one of the countryside’s great free bounties. They have found evidence in the stomachs of prehistoric peat bog victims that we’ve been eating these beauties for thousands of years. Who am I to go against such tradition.
The sun deigned to make a brief appearance this morning, shining on the chairs of the breakfast room at our hotel. Though it was the last chance to see it on our trip to Eskdale, as we were back in Hebden by lunchtime. But even if the weather has been somewhat dubious, how good was it to have got away for a while.
I desperately need a new pair of glasses. This is because my current pair are six years old and apparently in that time my eyes have improved. If this sounds paradoxical, clearly you are not over forty years old. Maybe I’ll take the pink pair.
