Unusual atmospheric conditions in Manchester this morning: a weird dryness in the air; a bluish tint to the sky; and a glowing yellow orb up there, delivering a slightly warming light in a strangely nostalgic reminder of times past.
This shot is taken from my house. Followers of this blog will have seen this mast on various occasions before (like this shot, for example); it stands on the horizon as I look south over the town. I liked the way the sunlight was just catching it this morning, so tried a long zoom on it for the first time. Shortly after this the light deteriorated back into being yet another grey day spent working at home, so this became pic of the day by default, really. I know it’s a dull time at the moment, but hey, it is every year, frankly.
Todmorden market‘s second appearance on the blog — though I never seem to actually catch it open. Perhaps it’s just better this way.
I’m a regular visitor here (and even my frequency pales into insignificance compared to Clare, who goes here at least once a week on average). Tonight it was a documentary about the selling-off of the old Haçienda nightclub in Manchester. Whatever the feature, these guys will be in the foyer, one selling tickets, the other the snacks and alcohol. I stand by my assessment that this is Hebden Bridge’s best community asset.
Man, I’m glad to get to the end of this week. I will here use other people’s art to distract myself from ranting about the trains again.
A sign of how my commuting habits have changed, basically since I had my sabbatical in Australia — this is the earliest Manchester shot in nearly three years (since 17/12/12 to be precise). God, I’m such a statto.
Brrr! Definitely the coldest day of the winter so far; it is becoming increasingly hard to kid ourselves we are still in ‘autumn’.
The Campaign for Real Football might not have approved of Sky moving the kick-off of this weekend’s big game in the Championship to a Sunday lunchtime, but they could never complain about Turf Moor, Burnley. This has got to be one of the most unreconstructed pieces of Northern England remaining in existence, surely.
Clearing, yes — but it had still dumped plenty of rain on us before doing so, and it had siblings on the way. Come take some of our weather, please. We have lots to spare.
A lot of rain overnight, and the Hebden Water was today as high as I have seen it since the floods of June/July 2012. But most — if not absolutely all — of the town was spared damage; the rain stopped just in time. Let’s hope there isn’t more before it has had time to go down a bit.
Being 42 