Wednesday 16th October 2019, 10.10am (day 2,974)
A couple of weeks at home loom, and today was spent entirely there. At least, for blog purposes, I do have things to look at out of the window — mist, and mast.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Under surveillance
Friday 11th October 2019, 9.35am (day 2,969)
Tensions are clearly running high in the ongoing pigeon-duck war. With negotiations having broken down, the pigeon high command has sent out a brave scout to keep an eye on the mallards. But what it hasn’t spotted is the counter-espionage agent sneaking in from the left.
Boot man, Hebden Bridge market
Thursday 10th October 2019, 9.40am (day 2,968)
On the 10th October 1991 I turned up in Yorkshire for what was originally planned to be a stay of a few weeks while I ‘got myself sorted out’. Twenty-eight years later, I am still living here: the last eighteen of those in Hebden Bridge. So let’s make today’s pic a home town shot. This is commercialism again, but of a far less predatory sort than yesterday’s. In the matter of boots, defer to the boot man (Bakunin — paraphrased). I hear the olives on the next stall along are pretty good too.
Hebden Bridge sunrise
Thursday 3rd October 2019, 7.10am (day 2,961)
Like Tuesday, a day spent in Manchester. But also like Tuesday, I preferred a picture taken early, before leaving home. The view from our back windows hasn’t appeared for a while, but let it do so this morning.
Up before the sun
Tuesday 1st October 2019, 6.10am (day 2,959)
First time on the 6:31 train in a while, and first time rising before the sun in many months. There is something pleasant about it, but only when it is the exception: I do not envy those who have to do this kind of thing all winter.
Taking shelter
Sunday 29th September 2019, 1.10pm (day 2,957)
More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.
Day of endless gray
Monday 9th September 2019, 7.00pm (day 2,937)
The blue skies of the last two days were definitively absent today. The view from the back of the house was the limit of my horizons. Had I not set the monochrome filter you wouldn’t really see a great deal more colour beyond a kind of dull green on the hillside. Happy Mondays.
The Exalted?
Thursday 5th September 2019, 3.50pm (day 2,933)
There is not a great deal going on in life at the moment; the weather is poor and it feels like dead time at the end of what has, admittedly, been a rather extended summer, at least in personal terms. But like these kids, I’ve gone ‘back to school’ — not that I find it any easier to accept than they probably do.
Mackerel sky
Tuesday 3rd September 2019, 6.20pm (day 2,931)
Looking at this evening’s sky, you don’t have to be a professional meteorologist to confidently predict that a downturn in the weather might be forthcoming.
Memorial Gardens, Hebden Bridge
Sunday 1st September 2019, 5.00pm (day 2,929)
A pleasant afternoon. Too bold with the tree trunk — too much sunlight? Well, perhaps I am feeling bold. Time passes, as autumn progresses it will not be long before this scene will no longer be lit at 5pm on any given day.
