Thursday 2nd April 2024, 12.40pm (day 5,334)
Good to be home, and on a pleasant day. There are new places to sit. Or, some kind of artwork. If it wasn’t then, it is now.
Al fresco
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
House view with blue
Monday 23rd March 2026, 10.15am (day 5,324)
On 23rd March 2026, nothing happened. At least not to me anyway. Down there in town a blue truck parks itself in that gap we perceive in the buildings and offers something to look at. And so I get through another day.
Sunday morning on the canal
Sunday 22nd March 2026, 11.00am (day 5,323)
Although not as mild as it has been, today felt like one of those Sundays where it was perfectly permissible to take it easy. And in my local area, there are worse places to do this than down by — or in these guys’ case, on — the canal.
Dinner out with family
Friday 20th March 2026, 7.45pm (day 5,321)
I know my sister Vicki follows this blog, so let me say that it was, as always, nice to see them in Hebden Bridge tonight. This is a picture of her and Pete (the tattoos are the giveaway) and not one of a Thai corn ball, even though that does form the foreground.
Waiting for the 9:57
Tuesday 3rd March 2026, 9.55am (day 5,304)
Yes, it was a comfortably late start to the day but then again I am still teaching until 6pm on Tuesdays. Much more preferable to go in later, particularly as we are, finally, having some pleasant weather.
Busy doing nothing
Monday 23rd February 2026, 11.35am (day 5,296)
A state to which I aspire? Well, it would be nice. In fact I’m unsure I even want to be particularly busy with it. But I’m not there yet, and even if I was, I couldn’t live on a boat. At least, not one without a substantial and comfortable bathroom, which, I’m led to believe, most do not have.
The Friday market is damp
Friday 20th February 2026, 3.50pm (day 5,293)
Damp, and packing up early. So much of 2026 thus far has been dull and drizzly weather — nothing poor, not in West Yorkshire anyway: other places have had snow, or storms, but not us. We have just remained clamped under the same grey clouds for weeks now.
The treetops
Friday 16th January 2026, 9.40am (day 5,258)
The ‘treetop’ houses on Heptonstall Road have featured before, I am sure, but forgive me if I don’t dig out the hyperlink right now. But once again, you were getting something that could be seen from my place. At least, after today, my marking duties are over for a while.
Gathering of blue and red lights
Wednesday 14th January 2026, 5.40pm (day 5,256)
Another day with a photo that will fail to enter the world’s, or even my own, stock of Great Pictures, but it’ll be like this for a while, I’m afraid. It’s always a little worrying to come home and find an ambulance and police van parked outside the house, but whatever had been going on, it wasn’t at our place. These little moments of incident take place behind walls, and we see the outcome but never discover their origin.
The barista is packing up
Sunday 14th December 2025, 5.20pm (day 5,225)
This one’s all about the lines for me. It’s not about much else, and as I post this on Monday morning no pithy or witty commentary comes to mind, so let’s just post it….
Being 42 