Sunday 4th December 2022, 4.00pm (day 4,119)
Wow, that’s bleak. Let’s put that into the Great Caravan Sites of Yorkshire, along with that one in Oakworth.
Caravan of the season
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
In the Turls Green pub, Bradford
Saturday 3rd December 2022, 1.40pm (day 4,118)
One of those where the guy’s profile caught my eye, and the rest of the shot was whatever came into view as I caputred it.
World’s steepest street? (candidate)
Friday 2nd December 2022, 2.45pm (day 4,117)
When I was in Dunedin, New Zealand, almost ten years ago, I saw a street, Baldwin Street, that claims it is the ‘World’s Steepest Street’. And it certainly was very steep, particularly at one end. However, taken as a whole, the gradient of the street from start to finish cannot have been a great deal more, and was possibly less, than Marlborough Street in Hebden Bridge, which I walk down (never up…) on occasion and can attest to the fact that it is very steep indeed. I have tried now and then to get a photo that really captures the gradient but before this one have never been happy enough to post one, however, today’s can make it. I do feel that the Guinness Book of Records people should really come and settle the question. Hebden Bridge or Dunedin? I pose the challenge. (I’m sure you know of a steeper one in Italy, say, but let me dream.)
Swan salon
Thursday 1st December 2022, 9.40am (day 4,116)
Beside the boating lake in Southport is clearly the place to be if you are a swan concerned about your appearance. These four were just a few of the many there who all seemed to be engaged in some kind of preening and cleaning activity, in or out of the water. But as someone with a lot of hair themselves, I know that it is tricky to keep one’s plumage tidy. It’s nice that they seem to do it as a social thing, like elderly ladies gathering in a salon.
Out of season
Wednesday 30th November 2022, 3.40pm (day 4,115)
Circumstances today brought me to Southport, a place that has featured twice on the blog before: here and here, both of them images of endless sand and sky (the sea here makes a notoriously long retreat at low tide, going out literally miles). These suggest the major function of the town is as a seaside resort, and that’s quite correct. So in late November, quite a lot of it looks like this.
I like this shot, except for the parked car. It’s impressive how often cars screw up an otherwise pleasing composition.
Above the clouds
Tuesday 29th November 2022, 10.05am (day 4,114)
A day when it was hard to pick one single photo, but that is why — for such occasions — I have my other walking blog, where I don’t submit myself to such silly rules as one pic per day. The weather conditions for a walk in the Lake District were marvellous today, not just because of the blue skies above but the clouds below, filling up the valleys all day and allowing even the most humble of mountains to float above giant lakes of whipped cream for a while. The parts of Loughrigg Fell that are on the left cannot be more than about 400 feet above sea level, at the points where they emerge from the clouds. Wansfell Pike, the prominent rise in the background, is about 1,500 feet.
In the woods
Monday 28th November 2022, 10.40am (day 4,113)
The sun is just about still making it over the hillside in the mornings, but not for much longer in the year. It will be February before it makes a reappearance in the east before noon on any given day.
Fungus field
Sunday 27th November 2022, 10.40am (day 4,112)
I’m not confident enough to start picking and frying random fungi that I come across along the way, though I know some who will do so. These look tasty enough to me though. As pictured in the garden of the B & B, but a less gratuitous shot than yesterday evening’s.
Gratuitous bath shot
Saturday 26th November 2022, 7.55pm (day 4,111)
This blog isn’t here for advertising purposes but I can’t avoid a free plug for the magnificent Eagle Mill B & B in St Ives, Cambridgeshire. Everything about it was fine, but having a bath placed on a pedastal, open to the rest of the bedroom, was the crowning touch. Excuse, therefore, the gratuitous bath shot, but why not?
Red kite
Friday 25th November 2022, 2.00pm (day 4,110)
Certainly a red kite, a species of bird that was close to becoming extinct in the UK some decades ago, but thanks to a number of programmes of reintroduction, now making a fine recovery. I caught a number of these on camera in Wales some years ago, but those were coming to an organised feeding station. This one was as wild as they come, soaring on the thermals above a road in Lincolnshire. It turned into the sunlight just as I had it in the sights.
Being 42 