Sunday 6th July 2025, 3.10pm (day 5,064)
Taken while sheltering under the tree on our allotment. Showers like this came in every half an hour or so for most of the day. Nothing else happened, but that’s the way it was planned.
Caught in the rain
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Working on the roof
Wednesday 2nd July 2025, 2.30pm (day 5,060)
Attending to the roof does seem to be his primary task, going on the strip of felt that is either not yet attached to the front, or is partway through being removed. It’s a fairly low-power way to house oneself, I imagine — and maybe in a few years time, once AI eats 95% of all electricity generated, anywhere, many more of us will be having to engage with it. (Note: not one pixel nor letter of this or any other of my blogs has been generated by AI, nor ever will be.)
The washing’s out
Monday 16th June 2025, 3.25pm (day 5,044)
I have had a lot of travelling recently but I have already embarked on a sustained period — four weeks, anyway — of Being At Home. Hence… a view from home. There may be more of these coming up.
The red parked car
Thursday 1st May 2025, 9.45am (day 4,998)
Or should it be, the parked red car? I know there is supposed to be some kind of innate order to English adjectives, but here I am unsure. Anyway it is often seen in this position — this was not a lucky capture. And yes, it tilts to a noticeable degree: otherwise, this shot is faithful enough to the perpendicular.
Friends…
Monday 28th April 2025, 6.40pm (day 4,995)
On Saturday it will be day 5,000 of the blog, but I won’t be leading up to this milestone with an eventful week. Having done four trips abroad already in 2025, thus, one a month, it’s time to stay at home for a while and Write Up. Writing Up is the one obligation I owe from these travels and the sooner it is done, the better. None of this has anything to do with today’s picture except to offer a reason why I was in the pub again. I suppose today is an effort at a collage, although a very random one.
Am I claiming some status via this pamphlet? No, someone was just making suggestions. Anyway if by God you mean The Planet then I’m all for that.
Light reading
Wednesday 23rd April 2025, 2.50pm (day 4,990)
This ‘reading in the pub’ theme has been done before but after nearly 5,000 days some things just come round again. Anyway, taking in James V. Wertsch’s concept of ‘mediated action’ is better done with the accompaniment of alcohol, I feel.
Shower and sun
Tuesday 25th February 2025, 1.30pm (day 4,933)
Back home, where it is, of course, raining. (It did seem to be threatening rain on one evening in Dubai but it never fell.) Then again, the sun is shining too, at this point in time. It’s this essential ambivalence that keeps us Britons who we are, I suppose.
Futility
Sunday 5th January 2025, 9.45am (day 4,882)
You thought you were leaving Hebden Bridge today? Naaah. Ain’t gonna happen, not at 9.45am, not at any other point either (though there were unsubstantiated rumours that the 13:48 may have run, probably to get some people home — that was it, though). Just as well I gave myself three days to get to Heathrow, huh. Let’s try again tomorrow.
Friday market, dead
Friday 3rd January 2025, 3.35pm (day 4,880)
This was never going to be the busiest or most retail-friendly Friday market day of the year, but even so, it was particularly absent of life today. Anyone who wants to pick up a yellow and blue plastic crane, though — here it is. Or was.
The Moon and Venus
Thursday 2nd January 2025, 4.45pm (day 4,879)
Clear skies are not always a feature of the time of year, so let’s take the chance to photograph this impending conjunction tonight, although surely the Moon is going to move even closer (apparently, anyway) to Venus before the weekend. A fleeting contrail decides to butt its oar in, too.
Being 42 