Friday 18th October 2019, 3.00pm (day 2,976)
Yes, I would rather the box was not there. But one can’t have everything. Otherwise this rain/sun combination did catch my eye as I came home early from work — very early, but then again, it is Friday.
I have to admit to being unable to ride a bike. I am sure family will mention that there was a brief period, aged about 7, where I gave it a go but we never got on. Can’t say I really see the point of them: walking has always seemed more pleasant, and safer, over shorter distances and any longer, let’s get a bus or train shall we? But I’m not anti-bike. I like ‘bike for hire’ schemes (cf. Brisbane, 2013). I know cyclists suffer prejudice due to their chosen form of transport. It’s just not for me.
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Remarkably, this was my fifth railway station of the morning, by 10.15am, and I was to do another one before getting home — and I don’t just mean passing through, I mean getting out, and standing on a platform to get on some service or other. This wasn’t a Northern Fail moment, I was heading off early for a meeting but that got cancelled, I came home a different way, so be it.
This looks not unlike a photo I took nearly 10 months ago now of Simbach am Inn station in Germany, albeit without the trains and the cool Century Gothic font, but still, I like the way it separates the background into two disparate parts, but otherwise I think I have the symmetry and rule-of-thirds right.
We went to Brussels by train, and our return journey terminated in the very marvellous St. Pancras station in London; this has featured twice before on the blog, but both shots were portraits taken down in the subterranean sections and neither featured its impressive architectural features. The pink writing reads “I want my time with you”… I can’t detect any subliminal advertising going on here, and this may just be a feel-good message for the sake of it, in which case, further credit to St. Pancras and its designers.
More travel woes. I wanted to travel from Hebden Bridge to London this afternoon. I was meant to arrive in London at 5pm. You can look at the time and location of this photo and appreciate straight away that things did not quite go according to plan. And journeys from Hebden Bridge to London shouldn’t go anywhere near Birmingham. I finally got to London at 8pm, three hours late. On a minute-per-kilometre basis, this was actually a worse performance than easyJet.
Our last day in Iceland was supposed to end around, oh, say 9am? And we were due home in Hebden Bridge by 2pm.
As you can see from this, this didn’t happen. In fact, we did not leave the airport until 9.30pm, after a litany of farce that I do not wish to begin to recount. Thus, another two hours after this take-off time was promised to us.
You can’t completely see the flight number to identify the budget carrier who inflicted this joke upon us (with no informational updates); let me just say they wear orange. A shame because otherwise this has been an excellent week in Iceland, if you get to visit it I highly recommend it.
It’s nice to be reminded that the canal that runs through the very centre of Manchester still operates properly, a couple of hundred years after it was first built; and as ever, shots like these also remind me that this is the same canal, the Rochdale Canal, as runs through Hebden Bridge. So this boat could have been chugging through my home town a week or so ago. I imagine a few things about this scene have changed since the 1820s, however.
Back home. Such a grey and rainy day today, a total contrast with the last two days in Greece. So dull that I did not feel moved to take a picture at all between waking and sleeping: but I did get this one in the early hours as I waited for my taxi driver to get his parking token. Cars are intrinsically dull too, but that makes it representative.