Saturday 3rd November 2012, 7.00pm (day 436)
Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Or, the nearest available Saturday.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Hebden Bridge
Spooky castle, Nutclough
Monday 29th October 2012, 5.55pm (day 431)
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.
Front door, Old Gate
Sunday 28th October 2012, 1.45pm (day 430)
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.
Pizza cook
Saturday 27th October 2012, 2.50pm (day 429)
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.
Rochdale Canal, early morning
Thursday 18th October 2012, 7.10am (day 420)
You’ve seen versions of this scene before. But no harm in showing it again.
Rook on the old bridge
Tuesday 16th October 2012, 3.20pm (day 418)
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.
Mist on the hill
Sunday 14th October 2012, 8.30am (day 416)
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.
Marshall’s Bar
Thursday 11th October 2012, 6.50pm (day 413)
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.
The morning train arrives
Thursday 27th September 2012, 8.55am (day 399)
Lovely morning today, which at least means the three-day storm has passed over without flooding us again (though towns to the east were definitely not so lucky). Beautiful light at the station as I waited for the 0856 train in. And here it is, right on time.
Tomorrow is day 400 of this blog, so as I do with these milestones, I have updated the ‘best of the rest’ page with some more recent pictures that didn’t quite make the one-a-day cut.
Off into the distance
Wednesday 26th September 2012, 8.35am (day 398)
This blog is one of my personal diaries as well as a gallery, so occasionally you get pictures because they have meaning, even in a small way; and not because they are particularly accomplished photographs. Today is one of those.
This is Joe going off to school fully on his own for the first time, as opposed to being accompanied at least part of the way. I suppose there is no going back from here. Which is fine, good luck to him.
Being 42 