Saturday 7th November 2015, 11.30am (day 1,535)
One of Hebden Bridge’s better cafés. I like this shot for the colours and how it encapsulates a much-needed day of relaxation for me.
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Platform 12 (in the pink)
Friday 16th October 2015, 9.45am (day 1,513)
Work trip down south today. Change trains at Leeds. Leeds probably ranks third on the list of ‘Drew’s most frequently-visited railway stations’ (after Hebden Bridge and Manchester Victoria, but ahead of Preston and King’s Cross). This section of it seems to have turned a shocking pink colour in the last few weeks for no immediately obvious reason.
Cameraman
Thursday 15th October 2015, 7.40pm (day 1,512)
This piece of equipment isn’t quite as fearsome as it looks, because in fact there are three of them lined up along row O of the stalls of the Palace Theatre, Manchester, filming the performance we came tonight to see. The ten rows behind them all had to be reseated, which is proof, I guess, that the BBC can stomp in and do what they like….
Sunday market stallholders
Sunday 13th September 2015, 10.40am (day 1,480)
The hair of the woman on the left, lit by the weak sun behind, was what caught my eye on this one, but I like the face of the other stallholder too.
The Brighton end
Tuesday 18th August 2015, 7.55pm (day 1,454)
The town of Huddersfield has now appeared three times on the blog, each time for the football, though this is the first time the actual stadium has made it. Third game of the 2015-16 Championship season, and rather amazingly, we (Brighton & Hove Albion FC) had won the first two and then scored after only 17 seconds of this game, hence the happy faces on the fans here. (The guy who has busted me taking the photo does make it, I think.) Final result: 1-1 draw, so the happiness faded, a little.
Mother and child, Moshi
Tuesday 4th August 2015, 10.00am (day 1,440)
Rest day, spent in Moshi, doing a profound load of nothing. These two just passed by…
Airport hotel bar
Friday 24th July 2015, 9.20pm (day 1,429)
Well, I’m back from Kilimanjaro, and yes I did make the summit, but you will have to wait a short while to see it because I have several hundred photos to get through this morning. No excitement with this first one however, as I waited out a Friday night in one of the massive and anonymous hotels sitting just outside the boundary fence of London’s Heathrow airport. In such places, everyone is just waiting it out, aren’t they, including these three, with the bloke on the right ruminating about how much like Simon Cowell he looks, only without his cash (or why would he be in this hotel?). It will get more interesting… I promise.
Resting
Friday 10th July 2015, 3.20pm (day 1,415)
And why not. It was a warm day, and a Friday. I felt the same way today, I must admit.
Lunchtime, York station
Sunday 5th July 2015, 12.20pm (day 1,410)
Normally our journey home from London wouldn’t take us through York but we ended up there because of a blockage on the line at Wakefield. It didn’t really extend our journey time much, to be fair. I took this shot while sat on our Hebden Bridge train waiting for it to leave, and like it because until I uploaded it onto the laptop this evening I didn’t realise how I’d captured this mother and son a couple of platforms away. I wasn’t particularly taking a photo of them, just of this group of people sat over there, and it’s nice sometimes when you get something unexpected.
In the Victoria and Albert museum
Saturday 4th July 2015, 12.15pm (day 1,409)
The weekend in London continues. Visited the Victoria and Albert museum partly to see an exhibition and partly because I had never previously been there in my 46 years. The museum was opened in 1857 and has the largest collection of art and design objects in the world, the scale of which — 6.5 million objects — becomes apparent when you wander around the fairly large building and realise that even then only a tiny proportion of the collection is on display. This artist was one of a group sketching a sculpture which had made it out to public view.
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