Friday 28th February 2020, 2.50pm (day 3,109)
I seem to remember praising January 2020 for its weather, and I stand by that. February 2020 on the other hand — that can piss right off, frankly. And this year we get an extra day of it.
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Category Archives: Urban scene
Windsor Road, again
Thursday 27th February 2020, 8.10am (day 3,108)
Windsor Road, with its distinctive steepness and stepped houses, has featured on here before — twice in fact — but not quite as pleasingly as today, thanks to another thin layer of snow in the morning. Third time can be the charm, then.
Tony
Tuesday 25th February 2020, 5.55pm (day 3,106)
This picture is out of focus, yes — but it is as good a portrait as I can offer of this particular friend, on this day. I have had a run of portraits recently, but the weather is so crappy outside that it seems best to concentrate on things close to hand.
First (and possibly last) snowfall of the winter
Monday 24th February 2020, 10.05am (day 3,105)
The first snow I’ve seen anywhere since 1st February last year, and that didn’t make the blog, so today’s shot is the first white stuff to be depicted since 22/1/19. And, as on that day, this covering was ephemeral. By mid-afternoon, all was gone — possibly for another year? I suspect not; since my ‘first day of spring’ moment on the 1st in Bucharest, February has deteriorated considerably.
By the high river
Sunday 23rd February 2020, 11.30am (day 3,104)
The ducks seem collectively uninterested in whatever bounty the gentleman has brought. With the river high and the weather remaining grim, maybe they’re just fed up with it and mildly worried — like the rest of us.
Isaac sings
Friday 21st February 2020, 8.15pm (day 3,102)
A night out, in the company of (for a change) Joe, who wanted to see one of his former schoolmates, Isaac Hughes-Dennis, perform his songs in the Fox & Goose pub. And well worth the walk it was. I am no great judger of musical talent (if I was, I’d be richer) but it has to be said that for a 17 year old he sure knows how to do his thing. Raw material still but he could make it. If he does, we in Hebden saw him first.
Princess Street
Tuesday 18th February 2020, 10.15am (day 3,099)
A familiar scene on the walk to work. This just about now passes the ‘no building sites’ rule as the block to the left, under construction for what seems like about a decade, is mostly finished. The speed camera doesn’t seem to have a great deal to do on this Tuesday morning.
End of the storm
Monday 17th February 2020, 5.10pm (day 3,098)
The underdwellings beneath Lee Mill Road rise above our allotment. We were there this afternoon, doing a filthy job in filthy weather, caught in the tag end of this revolting hail storm that blew over as the sun went down. I hope this is the end of the storm in a broader sense too — it’s been another weekend of severe weather, not so much round here this time as further south. A grim period all round.
Detritus
Friday 14th February 2020, 6.45pm (day 3,095)
The flood came, and it went away again, and what it left behind are these piles of debris that were not carried there by the water directly, but removed from properties and left by the sides of roads and streets, just as in 2015. It’ll happen again, at some point, because the government does not care about the chronic water management problems of this place and the known reasons behind them.
Thanks, Ciara
Thursday 13th February 2020, 1.55pm (day 3,094)
The storm last Sunday took our allotment shed and flipped it neatly upside-down, while nestling it comfortably beside our neighbour’s greenhouse (which only partly survived the experience). We could move it, but I believe Ciara’s sibling Dennis is on the way in this coming weekend to entertain us further, so let’s leave it there for now, it’s probably safer where it is.
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