Category Archives: Hebden Bridge

Mediterranean food stall

Sunday 11th February 2018, 3.25pm (day 2,362)

Sunday market, 11/2/18

The weather remains glorious (sarcasm warning), thus provoking a wilfully uneventful weekend. The Mediterranean food stall at the Sunday market does its best in very non-Mediterranean conditions.

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My nan’s harder

Saturday 10th February 2018, 11.55am (day 2,361)

My nans harder, 10/2/18

A day spent entirely at or in the vicinity of home was never going to be easy photographically, so let’s pick up some more of HB’s amusing graffiti to epitomise the day. Plenty of post-processing was needed to bring out the blue of the spray paint. But if only I could add the missing apostrophe without feeling like a total pedant.

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Not much happens

Monday 29th January 2018, 1.00pm (day 2,349)

Hebble House, 29/1/18

I will start moving around the planet again at some point but for now I’m where I’ve been most of the last two and a half months, namely at home in Hebden Bridge, which can be littered with interminably extended building projects just the same as Manchester can. The building that used to be the “Hole In The Wall” pub has been belching rubble over the street outside for what seems like about three years now. I actually saw someone working there today — but that is a rarity.

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Working above Nutclough

Friday 26th January 2018, 10.35am (day 2,346)

Nutclough scaffolder, 26/1/18

A good view, but a precarious spot to be perched on this Friday morning. How do scaffolders have the confidence to get up there and be active when (to my mind) the whole edifice looks about to topple over to the right and crash him down from forty feet up in the air? The whole thing, put up this morning, had come down again just after lunch, so I hope it was worth it.

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Pink litter

Monday 22nd January 2018, 12.20pm (day 2,342)

Pink litter, 22/1/18

Tory cuts notwithstanding there remains a decent municipal waste tip a couple of miles away and even if you can’t drive to that the council will pick up this kind of thing from your house. So, sorry, but what’s the fucking point in dumping a broken chair by the side of the river, in a now-inaccessible but visible and central spot, where it will presumably sit for several months? Mucky bloody bastards. I hate this kind of neglect. I could say it’s a middle-aged thing but actually I’ve always hated it.

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Bricks and barbs

Monday 15th January 2018, 4.35pm (day 2,335)

Bricks and barbed wire, 15/1/18

On this day last year I was on my way to Moscow (at 5.20am) whereas five years ago today I was in Nairobi having a rather good cup of coffee. No similar travels this January however. Got to look around the local neighbourhood for inspiration: lousy weather makes even hiking off the agenda. Consider the smudge on the lens artistic license.

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Nutclough Mill (and dead tree)

Sunday 7th January 2018, 11.10am (day 2,327)

Nutclough and dead tree, 7/1/18

I’m still not getting a great distance away from home… at least not this morning.

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Sign outside my house

Wednesday 3rd January 2018, 7.25pm (day 2,323)

Road ahead closed, 3/1/18

Why is this sign here? No idea. They never tell us anything. Perhaps it is purely metaphorical….

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Necessary telecoms

Tuesday 2nd January 2018, 2.25pm (day 2,322)

Telegraph pole, 2/1/18

Mildly aggrieved at having to go back to work today, but I reflected on the fact that without this kind of infrastructure, I’d have had to yomp into Manchester and back today, as indeed I would every other weekday. It’s therefore as good a subject as anything else to epitomise the day. Was it Rimmer from Red Dwarf who had a photo collection of late 20th-century telegraph poles?

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Yes, the Blue Pig is open….

Monday 25th December 2017, 11.45am (day 2,314)

Blue Pig, 25/12/17

A dull, non-festive shot? My apologies, but yes. Nevertheless to find the Blue Pig open as we went past it towards the end of our Christmas morning exercise walk was a great Christmas bonus. This pub, run entirely by volunteers, is like Brigadoon, sometimes it’s there, more often, it’s not.

I managed to not document anything particularly ‘Christmassy’ about the day but then again seeing as it was mild enough to sit and drink a beer outside by the river, it didn’t particularly feel like it today and I get bored with all these cliches anyway. Either way… hope you enjoyed your version of the day, whatever you did with it.

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