Thursday 22nd May 2014, 8.50am (day 1,001)
If you live in the UK, I hope that today you used your vote in the European elections. To paraphrase a FB friend of mine it is one of the few moments at which you can still feel democracy has a pulse.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Elves in the wood
Tuesday 20th May 2014, 4.25pm (day 999)
Or maybe kids jumping on a trampoline, viewed through the garden foliage. I am not saying…
Well, it’s day 999. Which I can say for sure amounts to two years, eight months and twenty-five days since I started this blog on 26/8/11. I haven’t blown it — no cheating, all 999 photos to appear on here have been taken on the day specified, and by me. Assuming no total disaster tomorrow I’ll make the four-figure mark. I did think a while back of whether I would continue past this point, and have decided to do so, so followers of this blog, don’t give up on me yet, and I won’t give up on you.
Expect to see more of these
Monday 5th May 2014, 10.55am (day 984)
The first two days of the Tour de France pass through Yorkshire this year, and on Sunday 6th July the race goes right past my front door, literally. The associated publicity campaign has already begun, with a noticeable increase in the number of bicycles to be seen on any given public holiday — as today was. There will be more, I am sure.
Drumming puppet, St George’s Square
Sunday 27th April 2014, 11.35am (day 976)
Uneventful day — not much to see, not much going on. I liked this busker’s approach to his craft however, so this can be the second musically themed picture of the weekend.
John the Barber
Tuesday 15th April 2014, 1.25pm (day 964)
This guy is as familiar a face around Hebden Bridge as anyone. Here, on a gloriously sunny afternoon, he surveys the town square from the top of the stairs that lead to the unit within his shop in, alongside the other establishments indicated. If he does have a surname I’m not sure most people know it: everyone calls him John the Barber. I guess that’s how people get surnames in the first place, isn’t it?
Spring evening, Rochdale Canal
Thursday 10th April 2014, 5.45pm (day 959)
First Hebden Bridge picture in 11 days, on a very pleasant April evening. Did I mention I’m now off work until after Easter? Fine by me.
Heptonstall churchyard
Saturday 29th March 2014, 3.05pm (day 947)
Heptonstall is the oldest part of Hebden Bridge, built several hundred feet above where the main town now stands. Its cemetery is home to the town’s most well-known deceased resident, Sylvia Plath. This part of the churchyard, located between the 19th century church seen here and its ruined, 15th century predecessor, is a Gothic playground of tombs that is always good for a photo.
Scissor lift, Nutclough Mill
Friday 21st March 2014, 9.20am (day 939)
The extension, to the left of this shot, is now clad and glazed and presumably will start being decorated inside sometime soon. At this time in the morning the sun shines rather well down the narrow channel that has been left between it and the main, Victorian mill building to the right. (Notice also the red van that has snuck into the top of the shot, an indication of the sometimes surreal configuration of the streets and buildings in this town.)
Outside ‘Innovation’
Friday 14th March 2014, 3.30pm (day 932)
The signboard puts me in mind that these two are Withnail and I on their 40-year reunion trip, returning to where they demanded cake, and fine wine, the finest wines available to humanity.
Misty morning
Wednesday 12th March 2014, 8.30am (day 930)
It was actually another beautiful day today but I saw nothing of this; due to my wanderings yesterday I really needed to get down to do some work today so never left home. So here is that old staple, the view from my house, over Hebden Bridge. The sun did not burn through this mist until well into the morning.
Being 42 