Wednesday 3rd January 2018, 7.25pm (day 2,323)
Why is this sign here? No idea. They never tell us anything. Perhaps it is purely metaphorical….
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Necessary telecoms
Tuesday 2nd January 2018, 2.25pm (day 2,322)
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?
Yes, the Blue Pig is open….
Monday 25th December 2017, 11.45am (day 2,314)
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.
December scene, Hebden Bridge
Monday 18th December 2017, 10.50am (day 2,307)
Winter, as such, I don’t mind. I can take the cold and it tends to look nice (as here). It’s the darkness that pisses me off, and we haven’t even reached the Solstice yet. On winter days when I’m around home I can just about get it in me to go out when the sun finally struggles up, but otherwise, if it can’t be bothered, usually neither can I.
First one in
Monday 27th November 2017, 6.40am (day 2,286)
Second Monday morning in a row where I have to haul myself up before dawn and onto the 06:59 train. Not my favoured way to start the week. I certainly felt like the first person up in town this morning; though I guess this suggests that either the proprietor of ‘Brocante’ beat me to it, or they just left the lights on all night.
Waiting
Saturday 18th November 2017, 12.25pm (day 2,277)
In 2017, particularly since early June, I have been quite mobile, with lots of photos taken elsewhere. Where there have been bouts of time spent mainly at home they haven’t lasted long. But for the rest of the year, at least, this will change; if I do go elsewhere it’ll be for a walk or a football match, and that’ll be all. We are on Hebden time for a while. I hope I seem happier about this than this dog did today.
Birchcliffe, Hebden Bridge
Wednesday 8th November 2017, 10.30am (day 2,267)
A cold and frosty morning but it turned into the latest in a run of very beautiful days. A train strike kept me working at home today and I cared not at all.
Outside the pub, Friday evening
Friday 3rd November 2017, 5.25pm (day 2,262)
It might only have been a three-day week as far as I was concerned — but I’m still allowed to enjoy getting to the end of it.
Trees at sunset (early…)
Monday 30th October 2017, 3.50pm (day 2,258)
The clocks have gone back, and there’s no denying we are now firmly in autumn. The first intimations of sunset came worryingly early this evening. For some reason I feel especially reluctant to let go of the summer; the coming of winter gives me no feeling of comfort this time round.
Bonsalls, the ironmongers’
Saturday 21st October 2017, 11.15am (day 2,249)
Bonsalls is a Hebden Bridge institution, the sort of hardware store that you thought you only now saw in movies. If it helps prop up the house or garden, you can get it in here. Probably it has been here since Victorian times. But it does take credit cards.
This is also a photowhack — that is, the one and only photo taken on a given day. It was far too wet and rainy to take many other worthwhile pictures. ‘Storm Brian’ they are calling it, like they decided to give it the most prosaic name beginning with B that they could think of. Storm Barabbas? Storm Balthazar? Storm Boogie Nights Woah-Woah-Woah….? There must have been hundreds of more interesting names.
Being 42 