The world outside struggles slowly into something that resembles spring. Meanwhile, in our house, an ordinary kind of Sunday; Clare in red corsetry reading a book in the bathroom, and wondering whether the blue ball in the bath is going to spring into life, like Rover in The Prisoner.
I’m sure there was a functioning shop here the last time I looked (which was probably last week some time). But its gone now. Reflections on a shot are normally annoying, but here they don’t harm it, I think. You get a double dose of the photographer as well, if you look carefully.
Today is the eight-month point of the blog, which means I am two-thirds of the way through my intended project – to take and post a representative picture for every day of the year.
Spent most of the day working at home and otherwise around familiar haunts. Only the six-monthly visit to the dentist’s gave opportunity for much variety and even then I had done the ‘treatment’ picture already. So here’s an abstract.
Day spent mainly re-stocking shelves in the newly decorated bedroom, so not much to document. The pinboard which helps me keep track of the Lake District fells I still have to climb has not yet found a place in the new room, but that at least enabled me to see it from a different angle today. What you see here is a slice through the southern part of the district. Red pins are those fells in the 214 which I haven’t climbed yet. (I could tell you what the other colours mean, but then I’d have to kill you.) I’m getting itchy to go again but the weather’s terrible at the moment.
Jon Dron and Terry Anderson, of Athabasca University in Canada, get ready for their keynote speech at the Networked Learning conference. And very interesting it was too.
A group of volunteers are renovating a room at Joe’s school and using the gym as a workspace. Happened to pop in today (was bringing food), hence this shot. It’s got nothing to do with Ireland, in case you were wondering.
It’s about time this place appeared on the blog. I probably visit Brighton about three or four times a year, and always stay here. If you want double glazing, thermostat-controlled air conditioning, bidets and trouser presses in your room, stay somewhere else. If these things don’t matter to you and you’re in Brighton: then I highly recommend it.
It’s the 15th consecutive day in which I’ve left (or not been in) Hebden Bridge. I’m tired. I needed someone else to teach the Media & Information Literacy class, and in this incarnation, Morgan comes cheap and is quite entertaining.
Back home. Was supposed to be going out in Manchester tonight but the gig was postponed, or cancelled, or I got the date wrong, or something. Anyway, when that happens, that’s what locals are for.
Must say I approve of this recent trend, of the establishment of temporary office accommodation – offering free wi-fi and refreshments of an alcoholic nature – at several points on the way home from work. Just the thing for the tired professional who wants to marry his unfortunate need to do more work with his understandable need for a beer. The service pictured here is provided by the White Lion, Hebden Bridge. There are others. Any one would have been welcome after a day that started early, finished late, and I still have to pack to go back to Norway tomorrow.
Being 42 