This demolition site — old industrial premises — in the centre of town has been close to getting on the blog for a couple of weeks now, today it’s made it. Seems a bit strange to be sweeping up at the start of the working day, but I’m just a sedentary intellectual type, what do I know.
It’s been raining again. Perhaps it’s not a blip, maybe that’s the end of the whole hot weather thing. Still, we’ve all got to get out of the house when we can. You didn’t want a photo of my laptop now, did you.
If I’m to keep this blog going, and non-repetitive, I will have to keep finding new slants on the familiar territory of my home town. Particularly at the moment, where I am spending days on end just sat in my office at home, writing the first draft of the book. So here we go, one of the town’s stranger buildings I think. For some reason this shot looks like it might be taken in the USA, the architecture just has that look to it, I can almost see old trams running down the street too (as they used to, a century ago). Here, for once, I don’t think the phone wires detract from the shot.
I have been trying to prevent repetition on this blog but today cannot avoid it. After a fairly ordinary day, a terrific rainstorm makes yesterday’s picture seem like a portent. Showing how well they have learned the lessons since last year’s flooding, blocked drains and manic car drivers turn a heavy, but otherwise manageable thunderstorm into a near-flooding. Poor drainage has hit the cellar of the Railway again and yet it’s all so bloody avoidable.
Back from the red brick of Crowborough, built on its clay soils, to the light brown stone of Hebden Bridge, built on its millstone grit. But the weather was more or less the same – unsettled, rumbly, turbulent. Not a bad shot but shame about the telephone wire. And the time on the clock is fiction — this is a notoriously inaccurate timepiece.
Too unusual not to use as today’s picture. I believe this contraption was put to use repairing the canal bank here in Hebden Bridge today.
By the way, am I the only one having ‘issues’ with WordPress – I mean, logging on, even making some blogs appear at all?
9th of the last 10 days spent in Hebden Bridge. When the weather is as beautiful as this however, it doesn’t matter. This is one of my neighbours: spiritualists may read in what they will to the captured aura here, but I do note the picture was taken right into the sun.
The steep topography of Hebden Bridge means that many of the houses are built on top of other houses. Ours is an example: there is a whole two-storey cottage underneath our three floors, the entrance to it being behind the red box in this photo. This is the side of the terrace which catches the evening light, and the days remain beautiful and sunny here.
What can I say? This is just a badly designed timepiece, even allowing for Daylight Savings Time. I swear I passed this one at 7pm. Officer.
I’m still here. Today you were getting either the ‘fruity produce from the garden, ripe and ready to pick’ one (done two days ago) or the ‘mundane corner of HB in nice summer sunlight’ one (done last Saturday). Er…. let’s do the latter.
Being 42 