Sighthill is a part of Edinburgh that I doubt most tourists ever see, and I wouldn’t have, had I not come here for work today. About that, the less said the better, but the view to a distant Arthur’s Seat establishes my location for sure. And yes, it was nice that she looked around at just the right moment.
Back to work, back to Manchester. Walking home through the city under threatening clouds, strongly suspecting that at any time I was going to get drenched.Here, on Whitworth Street, the rain had begun to fall. But the storm was lenient; just this one shower, then it passed on, to go drench some other part of the world.
I had declared an unofficial moratorium on pictures of building sites in Manchester but I don’t mind this one. What it does not show is the huge scale of the Manchester Engineering Campus Development (MECD: eventually to be renamed after some corporate donor or other I’m sure). Since being depicted rising from the ground back in January 2018 it has taken on vast scale, like a modern cathedral. No wonder my employer is worried about its cash reserves.
A sign that I have passed many times over the last years, and yet never depicted on here before today. Is there a reason for this — either way? Probably not. Was the message apposite today? Also probably not, but I like it anyway. I have got on many wrong trains down the years, as I’m sure we all have. Yet here we all are.
To culminate a good weekend, a night out, to the cinema to see Late Night (which is pretty good by the way). A late night in blog terms anyway — the latest photo in a day since 1st March. But still not quite a dark sky, thanks to the summer solstice an’ all. Clare makes her way home on a photo that is perhaps a little blurry and confused, but so was I at this point.
With seven of the last eight shots, including this one, being taken in Hebden Bridge, and with a distinct lack of people in them, you can deduce that on the whole I have been indoors writing. It’s gone well, but it doesn’t make for very exciting photography. I am reduced today to a shot of the lights for the roadworks outside our house, which I’m sure drivers will be happy to hear had no sign of human presence today either. Only the lights were putting the hours in.
“And now we’re going live to the 2019 Blue Pig Race on the Hebden Water….”
“Yes Alan, the race is certainly reaching a climax this year, good water conditions but let’s remember what these competitors have to go through each year… a fearsome twenty-foot drop at the start and there are always casualties there… then the rapids…. look at the grim determination on the face of number 4!!….”
Another of Hebden Bridge’s resident birds makes a reappearance on the blog — 8/11/15 was the same Muscovy duck, for instance. Not that it looks very happy about it today. Perhaps it’s just glum about the gloomy weather, the same as the rest of us.
A few minutes after she left the house this morning, Clare felt moved to phone me and say: “If you want a photo of the day come and get one of the yarnbombing done on the sundial”…. So you see, I do occasionally listen to her. And a very fine yarnbombing it is.
Back at home — for a couple of days. Time to look around and see what’s going on. This is new…. surely a portrait of Humph the Hebden Heron or one of his homies. But diminished by the red signage, so important they stuck it on twice…
Being 42 