Tuesday 17th February 2015, 8.00pm (day 1,272)
One of these days I will have a day when there is just nothing to photograph. Today came close, I have to say. But I suppose this one is OK. (We were going to see The Imitation Game by the way.)
Being 42
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Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Thursday market
Thursday 12th February 2015, 12.20pm (day 1,267)
What was in the boxes I do not know, but if they started out full then clearly she’s had a good day’s trading. Perhaps that’s what she’s texting about. But perhaps the stall just sells the boxes. It’s that kind of market.
Canal side
Saturday 7th February 2015, 11.35am (day 1,262)
After a cold and snowy few days in Norway, back home, to a less snowy but still cold Hebden Bridge. The bicycle hanging by the canal is a legacy of when it was much warmer, back in July, and the Tour de France came zipping by.
By the canal, February morning
Monday 2nd February 2015, 8.30am (day 1,257)
Today is the last of 66 days in a row for me in the UK, which I guess isn’t very long, but it is the second-longest UK-bound period of this blog. I was in Manchester today but the run ended with a damn fine — but cold — Hebden Bridge morning.
Hillside
Sunday 1st February 2015, 10.55am (day 1,256)
As viewed from our allotment this morning. I alleviated the pain of yesterday’s football by going out and tilling the land, or something like that. A sunny day, but cold, to greet February.
Rooves and windows, Hebden Bridge
Thursday 29th January 2015, 12.10pm (day 1,253)
As seen from the back of my house — which I did not leave today. Too much marking to do, and too cold, though not the snow fall that was forecast.
More winter
Wednesday 28th January 2015, 3.30pm (day 1,252)
This hail storm was just the prelude, so the forecasts say. All of last week’s snow disappeared overnight on Monday — but it seems this week’s is well on the way.
In the snow
Wednesday 21st January 2015, 12.25pm (day 1,245)
It snowed again. A lot. Enough to make it kind of enjoyable, and that’s why I like this picture — the look of pleasure on Clare’s face. OK, let’s self-criticse about the tree growing out of her shoulder, but hey.
Snowy sunset
Tuesday 20th January 2015, 3.50pm (day 1,244)
A familiar scene in so many ways, but we should keep our eyes open all the time, you never know when the same old view will take on a subtle character that you’ve not noted before.
The Nutclough mill-pond
Wednesday 14th January 2015, 8.45am (day 1,238)
A little snow this morning, enough to provide the sort of wintry scene I was hoping for yesterday, but not enough to last through the day. Took myself up into the wood before work to see what I could capture, and took this one before the posse of ducks drifted in front of the fallen branches and spoiled the reflections.
Being 42 