Sunny but uneventful morning in Hebden Bridge, apart from at number 5 across the valley, where an experiment in localised nuclear fission appears to be taking place, or possibly, the opening of a wormhole into the centre of the galaxy.
I suppose at one level this repeats the ‘fire’ theme which has characterised the other two photos of the weekend, but not in quite the same way. Here we are, the sun starts to set behind the valley walls at 3.40pm now: it is truly winter. Although by mid-December the sunset will have reached as far east as the mobile phone mast to the left.
Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Or, the nearest available Saturday.
Warming up for Hallowe’en, the old Nutclough Tavern in Hebden Bridge puts in a bid for ‘spooky castle’ status, unfazed by a stiff recent challenge from the Beyer building at the University.
Although duller and wetter than Friday and Saturday, today brought a very decent, and proper, weekend to an end, one I very much needed. Had gone through the last two blog posts without drawing any attention to how good the colours are in Hebden Bridge at the moment, so this is my attempt to make up for it. This is taken on the street of Old Gate.
Beautifully sunny day today, the sort of day that makes you realise why we have autumn. We also have a ‘Food Festival’ in town at the moment, including a stall on which these gentlemen were making fresh pizza, and though I didn’t eat any it was definitely worth watching.
You’ve seen versions of this scene before. But no harm in showing it again.
Very little opportunity to take photos of anything today, due to spending almost all of it sat at home working. Just as well this rather butch-looking bird was perched on the old bridge in town when I went to pick up Joe from school, therefore.
A somewhat boring day – had to work, for the third Sunday in a row – but a beautiful one, particularly in the morning. Hard to capture the combination of blue skies, a sharp chill in the air and mist clinging to the sides of the valley first thing, but this is my best shot.
All bars are kind of different, aren’t they? Like people’s houses, different arrangements of basically the same ingredients but it all comes through into something original. The people who want to take all enjoyment out of drinking alcohol would rather there were no ‘public houses’ like this and we all just drank stuff bought in the supermarket, at home. Well, sod that. Where there’s life there will be pubs. Hell, we might even get the Railway back some day.
Being 42 