Monday 2nd March 2015, 10.10am (day 1,285)
March. That’s spring, right? Isn’t it? Not here, not this year, not a bit of it.
March. That’s spring, right? Isn’t it? Not here, not this year, not a bit of it.
Standing outside the pub taking this and friend Sandra said, ‘so, are you going to call that one ‘Scaffolding’ then?’.
OK, why not.
Spent the working day in Manchester, where the weather was lousy, but by the time I came home it had brightened up enough to make this scene worth capturing on the way back from the railway station.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.