Monday 4th July 2016, 8.35am (day 1,775)

A very warm and pleasant morning. It wasn’t going to last, though — not with those mares’ tails up there. And nor did it — by 5pm it was happily raining again in Manchester.

A very warm and pleasant morning. It wasn’t going to last, though — not with those mares’ tails up there. And nor did it — by 5pm it was happily raining again in Manchester.
Adding insult to the profound sense of incompetence hanging over England at the moment, the weather conforms to all the worst stereotypes about an English summer.

There were several posts I could have made today that made some kind of comment on the political situation but, y’know…. elsewhere, I’ve said enough. So I’m going with this one because I just like the juxtaposition and the composition with her red top. Also the reflections, including yr. humble photographer just to the left of the sign.

Hebden Bridge’s annual festival of creativity, the Handmade Parade, has featured on this blog every June since I started, and probably will continue to do so. It’s impossible to capture the whole experience in one shot, but I feel the need to show some happiness in the world this weekend, so here’s my choice.

This weekend, Hebden Bridge marks six months since the floods of 26th December. There are various festivals and events taking place over today and tomorrow (Sunday). In Calder Holmes Park today was a ‘Fair for Youth’ which seemed to involve a lot of people sitting on the grass watching a stage on which not much was happening; but this climbing tower seemed popular.

Maybe this is all some big Establishment charade but at least for once today, I can say that I voted in favour of something I strongly believe in.

For ten days now I, and am I sure most other photographers in Britain, have been praying for one thing – light — there really hasn’t been any. So once again I try to fall back on colour, and form, and composition and all those other things.

Another Manchester pic, making six out of the last eight. A new role at work means it’s likely I’ll be spending more time there than has been the case over the last few years, so expect more of this kind of thing… if you’re still following this visual diary of mine, anyway.

Manchester was hit by a thunderstorm this evening that dumped torrential rain on the city centre — quite exceptional (or are these events happening more and more?). Although it had mostly stopped by the time this photo was taken, I imagine these guys, like the rest of us, were just wanting to find somewhere to dry out.

Over 11 years of walking from Manchester Victoria station to my office at uni I have honed my route to reach work in as direct a fashion as possible but to still go down the quietest and most chilled-out streets. I think after 11 years I have finally perfected it. This lane underneath the Mancunian Way is virtually unused now, except by occasional pedestrians like me, the occasional homeless guy and the local graffiti establishment. And yes, this morning it was still raining.