Category Archives: Family Member

Joe portrait

Sunday 13th September 2020, 1.50pm (day 3,307)

Joe at BTFC, 13/9/20

Joe was eight and a half years old the first time he appeared on this blog, on its tenth day in early September 2011.  Nine years have passed, and his frequency of appearance is diminishing.  I guess that as time goes by this will continue, as he constructs his own life.  For now it is still pleasing that he likes to hang out with the crumblies now and again, and today was a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Tagged , , , , , , ,

Clare at Clitheroe Castle

Monday 17th August 2020, 12 noon (day 3,280)

Clare, Clitheroe castle, 17/8/20

Clitheroe Castle is at least 910 years old but despite having been in a state of general ruin since the English Civil War, that is the 1640s, it is just about still standing on a spot with a really good view (as castles should have).  On our first day of a week off work for the both of us, Clare enjoys said view — ignoring the rain coming in behind.

Tagged , , , , , ,

The tree consultant

Sunday 9th August 2020, 10.15am (day 3,272)

Tree consultation, 9/8/20

The plum tree seriously needs pruning, and now is apparently the time…. this information being imparted by Peggy, fellow member of the allotment society and knowledgeable in these matters.  Expect some documentation of the subsequent surgery, at least, once we get our pruning saw.  Yes, this would be a nicer photo without the water butt, but it is what it is.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Sandscale Haws

Monday 27th July 2020, 2.45pm (day 3,259)

Sandscale Haws, 27/7/20

The beauty of Cumbria is not entirely found in its lakes and mountains. The coast is also very fine. After a terrible morning’s weather put the high country out of bounds, we got out anyway and Sandscale Haws, near Barrow, gave us something to enjoy as the weather cleared. Joe practices his ballet moves, it seems.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Unexpected stash

Sunday 21st June 2020, 2.55pm (day 3,223)

Whisky samples, 21/6/20

A long-awaited visit to my family, unseen since lockdown began. A welcome interruption that highlighted how pointless all this is becoming. Why my sister Vicki was dishing out the whisky samples in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, well, that’s a story hidden beneath the surface of this picture. Particularly as I don’t even like the stuff. (I know whisky is a noble drink with much character and history: I just can’t stand it.)

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Joe heads for the hedge

Thursday 28th May 2020, 4.15pm (day 3,199)

Hedge strimmer, 28/5/20

What are we losing at the moment? There is no sport that is meaningful (meaning, played in front of spectators). I’m assuming that very little music is being performed or created; if it is, it’s not happening round me. Maybe some great novels are being born in all this crap but we won’t be seeing them for a while. There is only this endless banality, and if my blog is itself banal under lockdown, that’s the way of it. But the hedge on the allotment still needed strimming, and that’s Joe’s job.

Tagged , , , , , , ,

Climbing Roughton Gill

Monday 25th May 2020, 11.05am (day 3,196)

Roughton Gill, 25/5/20

A beautiful late May day. A public holiday in the UK. A need to stop having a head like Munch’s The Scream, a need to say no to fear and paranoia. And all these things for Joe, too. The first shot taken outside Yorkshire since 21st March.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Self-portrait number 42 (or, Man In Need Of Haircut)

Monday 11th May 2020, 7.10pm (day 3,182)

Selfie 42, 11/5/20

Under conditions of day-to-day repetition it’s nice to have reasons to select shots. This mirror selfie makes it because I realised it has become the 42nd self-portrait to feature on here — and the number 42 has been highlighted whenever and wherever it appears. So you can now see that I am in sore need of a haircut, like many other people. There are worse consequences of the present farce, of course.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Joe under lockdown

Sunday 26th April 2020, 7.30pm (day 3,167)

Joe watching Star Trek, 26/4/20

Evening shots have virtually disappeared from the blog since lockdown: this is only the second post-7pm shot since February. But every evening now begins and ends in the same place, doesn’t it?

It’s Joe, and his peers, for whom I feel sorry the most. He’s 17, he shouldn’t be inside day after day, under house arrest in all but name. What will this do to the psychology of his generation, not to mention their prospects? It could be worse for us of course — he’s not a belligerent kid, there have been no tantrums nor lapses into week-long bouts of near-catatonia. Not yet anyway. But like the rest of the country, and the planet — how much longer can he go on like this?

Tagged , , , , , ,

Bathroom ballet class

Monday 13th April 2020, 12.35pm (day 3,154)

Bathroom ballet, 13/4/20

Some forms of exercise can still be taken out of the house, but not Clare’s weekly ballet class. That’s gone online, and into the bathroom, on this latest public holiday-that-was-not-a-holiday.

Tagged , , , , , , ,
%d bloggers like this: