Saturday 5th November 2016, 1.20pm (day 1,899)
“This is my church. This is where I heal my hurts.” (Faithless: God is a DJ)
View from Dove Crag’s summit
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Landscape
Power
Friday 4th November 2016, 8.25am (day 1,898)
Looked to the left between Littleborough and Smithy Bridge stations, on my train commute into Manchester, and went into a sudden spasm of photographic ecstasy. Definitely one of the better pictures I have ever taken from a train moving at full speed.
Churn Clough reservoir
Sunday 2nd October 2016, 3.10pm (day 1,865)
A lovely day in many ways, until being exposed to the news. Anyway… this reservoir supplies the village where the rest of my immediate family live. Presumably if there are fish in there, the filtration system stops them getting into the pipes.
Newlands valley, from Carl Side
Thursday 29th September 2016, 12.25pm (day 1,862)
I accept I am lucky to have a job which allows me, some days anyway, to get paid for reading and thinking, and there’s no particular reason why I need to do those things in an office, or at home. Alfred Wainwright — a man who did know a thing or two about the Lake District — calls the view south from the Skiddaw range the best one there is, and I think there are more people who would agree with him than dispute this. Particularly today….
The summit of Howes
Thursday 8th September 2016, 7.05am (day 1,841)
When I came back and reflected on my climb up Kilimanjaro last summer, one thing I was pleased about was the thought that ‘at least I got a decent bloody photo of the summit’ (I mean this one). After all the effort, physical, financial and more, that it had taken to reach it, I would have been rather irritated had I not managed to match all that with a decent picture. But I feel I fulfilled that photography brief.
The same thing applies today. From starting walking at 11.30am on Wednesday morning to finishing at 10 this morning I have tramped through a lot of rather dreary and boggy moorland, spent last night three miles from the nearest other person using facilities that were basic to say the least and, from about 8am this morning anyway, got very wet. But I hope you like this photo, because to me it makes it worthwhile. How many times do we get the chance to be somewhere like this, and 1,930 feet above sea level, at 7am on a Thursday morning? Make the most of it…. that’s what it’s all about isn’t it. Making the most of it.
September sunset
Thursday 1st September 2016, 8.00pm (day 1,834)
September 2016’s first day was not an eventful one but it was perfectly decent — and ended very well.
View from Old Town
Sunday 28th August 2016, 2.50pm (day 1,830)
Moody skies are the linking feature of this weekend’s shots. Is it autumn already? Taken from the beer garden of the Hare and Hounds pub, and looking generally westwards.
Summit of Thornthwaite Crag
Friday 5th August 2016, 1.05pm (day 1,807)
A decent day of weather (it was nice to see blue skies for a change); I’m still off work so no reason not to go on a walk. Thornthwaite Crag was one of seven summits reached today, and has what is probably the tallest summit cairn in the Lake District.
Vasco da Gama bridge
Sunday 31st July 2016, 4.20pm (day 1,802)
Last day in Lisbon, and this was the last thing seen in it, in the first few moments of the plane’s ascent away from the airport. The Vasco da Gama bridge crosses that wide bit of the Tagus estuary that I mentioned yesterday, and at 7.8 miles (12.3km) it is the longest bridge in Europe. Barely a quarter of its length, at a guess, is seen in this shot.
Farewell to Portugal — coming back here has reminded me why I used to like it so much. A fine country, with a lot of characteristics that some more self-important places could learn from (but refuse to).
The sacrifice awaits?
Wednesday 13th July 2016, 12.30pm (day 1,784)
In need of distraction from the various (minor) personal and (major) political and institutional cock-ups afflicting my life at the moment — so I did what I usually do in these circumstances, took a book to read on the way and got myself up a mountain. On the top of Dollywaggon Pike (2815 feet, or 858m, above sea level), this tableau awaited…. is the stone on top of the bear a kindness, to keep it there until its owner returns? Looks more like a sacrificial altar to me. Still, there are worse places to be exposed to the elements.
