Today was my last full day in Hebden Bridge until early June. Tomorrow my journey to Australia starts – that is, as long as I can get out of the valley. Ah, what the hell. I have three days to get to the airport.
The defining factor at the moment is the weather, as any of your British friends will probably tell you, although it’s far from being a major fall of snow, at least, not round here. But I don’t care either way. I don’t have to go anywhere until Tuesday.
Had intended to get a photo from Manchester today, encapsulating the fact that this was my last day there for at least 5 months – but here we are, this one was good so let’s run with it.
Nevertheless, have I mentioned that today was my last day in Manchester for at least 5 months? Thank you…
I took precisely no (n=0) good photos today, but this one makes it to encapsulate the fact that I am in a sort of limbo week, still getting up before dawn to trug in to Manchester on the early morning cattle truck, waiting for my sabbatical to get going. Wintry morning with freezing fog today, but not much longer to suffer this.
Another of my occasional drinking haunts, the Trades Club in Hebden Bridge, has yet to feature on this blog, but let’s allow it to sneak on today with its regular weekly chess club, held in the back room and run by the impressively bewhiskered gentleman (John) you see here. A black and white photo for a black and white subject.
Five hundred days. Well well. An ordinary day to mark this milestone, however. Captured this shot on the way to the supermarket; a more in-focus version of this shot, taken from the same spot some nine months ago.
Well, that’s what we call them isn’t it, even when the smallest independent retailer leaps in well before January to bring us the bargains. Actually I suspect it has always been that way.
An early post, but there won’t be any more photos taken today – felt ill this morning, went on a walk to try to blow it out, but it didn’t work so I’ve been in bed all afternoon. If I stay here tomorrow, that could be a photographic challenge. Anyway, this is the path down by the Hebden Water, as it comes into town at the bottom of Spring Grove.
A regular Thursday scene in Hebden Bridge, but not previously depicted on the blog. The fish van is a welcome visitor – he’s having a quiet day here, there is usually a considerable queue. Mind you, it was chucking it down with rain this morning.
We are at the low time of the year: no light, and I’m largely working at home, recovering as best I can from the exertions of the last semester but not yet ready to call it Christmas. Not much to take pictures of then: except dimly-lit attempts to capture the atmosphere of my home town in one of my rare ventures outside.
Being 42 