Category Archives: Urban scene

Under surveillance

Sunday 2nd August 2020, 1.10pm (day 3,265)

Masked Lego figure, 2/8/20

It is five years to the day since I took probably my favourite picture of this blog, and certainly the one I worked hardest to get — the one of the summit of Kilimanjaro.  In 2020, such expeditions have become pipe dreams, although being fair about it, there have just been nine pictures in a row that were not taken on home turf.  But I am back here in Hebden Bridge for a few days at least, and there’s work to get back to.  Here, there at least remain toyshop owners with a sense of wry humour.

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Dead City

Friday 31st July 2020, 9.40am (day 3,263)

Lombard Street, 31/7/20

London is, without a doubt, one of the two main financial centres of the known universe, and also a city that should be heaving with tourists at this time of year — particularly on a gloriously sunny day like this.

And it’s dead. We’re in big trouble. Ignore the politicians — they can’t think more than a week ahead.

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Whidborne Street, London

Thursday 30th July 2020, 3.45pm (day 3,262)

Wwhidborne Street, 30/7/20

In 24 hours I translocate from Cumbria and its sub-arctic conditions to the tropics of London, where it is about 30ºC.   This sun-drenched scene is taken from outside McGlynn’s pub, which has featured on the blog two years ago (as linked).  Then, there were people.  Now, the place is only half-alive, which I guess I have not yet got used to and hope never to do so.

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Odd jobs around the house

Thursday 23rd July 2020, 1.30pm (day 3,255)

On Unity Street, 23/7/20

I too was having a day doing things around the house, but definitely do not share this guy’s head for heights.

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The ginnel

Thursday 9th July 2020, 12.10pm (day 3,241)

The ginnel, 9/7/20

In Yorkshire parlance a ‘ginnel’ is a narrow, pedestrian alley, and this is a definitive example of the genre. Not in Hebden Bridge, but Sowerby Bridge, where I went today largely for something to do to break the monotony.

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Mysterious writings

Wednesday 8th July 2020, 9.40am (day 3,240)

Mysterious writings, 8/7/20

The message on the one side is clear enough — but the bin? More proof that others are starting to lose it thanks to lockdown? Or perhaps they have always been the same.

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Ex-scarecrow

Monday 6th July 2020, 3.25pm (day 3,238)

Ex-scarecrow, 6/7/20

The scarecrow itself is long gone. But its boots remain, like a sort of imprint, or memory. I doubt they’ll scare the birds off much. But then again, nor do scarecrows, particularly.

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Cheers

Saturday 4th July 2020, 2.30pm (day 3,236)

First pub after lockdown, 4/7/20

It has been 105 days (March 21st) since I was last in a pub, and 6 more since the last time one featured on here.

But they’re back open. So a pint was duly raised in the Bay Horse, Oxenhope, Yorkshire, to celebrate this fact. And celebration it was: anyone about to come back with messages of doom and gloom in response, please don’t.

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Smoke (something happening)

Friday 3rd July 2020, 11.50am (day 3,235)

Bonfire smoke, 3/7/20

Over the last 3,235 days of this attempt to document the rest of my life in pictures there have, of course, been plenty of days where I’ve just stayed at home and not really done much. But there hasn’t been such a concentrated run of such days, day after day after day where there is nothing happening outside. And on a day when it never stopped raining…. this swell of smoke, a bonfire presumably, really was about the most interesting thing seen all day (with apologies to the family).

By the end of this month we may have been able to visit a pub and go away for a few days. If you think either of these things is a bad thing… let’s just say I disagree with you.

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Man photographing (man photographing) puddle

Wednesday 1st July 2020, 4.25pm (day 3,233)

Photographing puddle, 1/7/20

We are all starting to lose it. Why is he photographing this puddle? More to the point, why am I photographing him photographing this puddle? Which one of us is losing it more?

The sign is the added touch that will roughly date this scene for ever more.

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