Friday 29th December 2017, 12 noon (day 2,318)
On the return home, a healthy dosage of the white stuff. This being a maritime British winter, not one of these more robust continental versions, by tonight it had all gone.
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Category Archives: Landscape
The Detectorists
Thursday 28th December 2017, 12.55pm (day 2,317)
‘Detectorists’ = ‘people who head out and comb fields, beaches, toxic waste dumps etc. with metal detectors’. There was an agreeable TV series featuring these lovable rogues, I believe. Well, not these two perhaps.
Excellent day for photography today by the shores of Morecambe Bay. For the first time in ages I feel minded to add something to the Best of the Rest page as well as this shot. It’s certainly an attractive corner of this island, I’ll give it that.
Edge of the forest
Thursday 21st December 2017, 12.50pm (day 2,310)
Commercial forestry is not inherently a bad thing: there are many beautiful and well-managed plantations in England. But there are prices to pay, and when you see a ravaged landscape like this one — well, it does make you realise that this is not nurtured land. More like arboreal strip-mining, take the products and leave a wasteland behind. In this mist it looks almost apocalyptic, like the zombies are just over the horizon. Maybe one day Treebeard will stomp out of the remaining woods, like he does in The Two Towers, and swear vengeance against the human despoilers.
Raise, from White Side
Wednesday 29th November 2017, 1.15pm (day 2,288)
I had a book to read for work. I read it today. Did I need to be in an office to do this? No, I didn’t.
There are actually two other people (who had the same idea as me) visible on this photo. While away a pleasant couple of minutes seeing if you can locate them.
Red sky at night…
Friday 24th November 2017, 3.50pm (day 2,283)
…or at ten-to-four on a Friday afternoon, anyway. But not “shepherds’ delight” because an hour or so after this it started snowing. Unphotographed, but the first of the winter, round here.
Waves of walls
Saturday 4th November 2017, 10.15am (day 2,263)
And back to the Lake District I go. But why on earth not — it’s a beautiful place, particularly on a lovely autumn morning like this one.
Scarside Lane (Withnail and I double bill, part 1)
Tuesday 31st October 2017, 3.05pm (day 2,259)
Catching up after a two-day trip to the Lake District to give Joe something to do during this week’s half-term holiday. (And me, a break from work.) As we are both fans of the movie Withnail and I (who isn’t?), motivation and interest could be added to the walking by cheaply visiting a location or two. The first is here — what you see here is the gate that Withnail forgot to shut, thus leading to “I”‘s encounter with the bull. “Run at it, shouting!” “That can’t be right! Bastard’s about to run at ME!”
Trees at sunset (early…)
Monday 30th October 2017, 3.50pm (day 2,258)
The clocks have gone back, and there’s no denying we are now firmly in autumn. The first intimations of sunset came worryingly early this evening. For some reason I feel especially reluctant to let go of the summer; the coming of winter gives me no feeling of comfort this time round.
House view, Sunday afternoon
Sunday 15th October 2017, 2.55pm (day 2,243)
The rather impressive topography of my home town hasn’t really had an outing on this blog for a while, but on another Sunday where not a great deal else happened, it can be permitted to save the day.
Tower and trees
Thursday 12th October 2017, 12.05pm (day 2,240)
There have been very few Hebden Bridge pictures on the blog recently; in the last sixty pictures, since 14th August, there have been only 10 before today (and five of them were in the first week of September). But there will be a run coming up; time to reconnect with home turf. The trees are just beginning to turn, the nights drawing in.
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