Wednesday 8th November 2017, 10.30am (day 2,267)
A cold and frosty morning but it turned into the latest in a run of very beautiful days. A train strike kept me working at home today and I cared not at all.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
IT helpdesk
Tuesday 7th November 2017, 1.55pm (day 2,266)
How many IT helpdesks round the world look like this, I wonder? Still, they did help. On an iatrogenic problem, though.
Gone to Liverpool (maybe)
Monday 6th November 2017, 11.15am (day 2,265)
Or Southport, or Bury, which are other towns named on the facade of Victoria station in Manchester and to where one can still catch a train…. unlike Fleetwood, Goole and other places where trains haven’t gone from here in a long time. Hope he/she locked their bike securely, wherever it was.
Relaxed gulls
Sunday 5th November 2017, 1.55pm (day 2,264)
Another very pleasant day to round off the weekend. We should all aspire to the level of relaxation evident in these gulls, even if the ‘lake’ they are on is an old gravel pit, or something (now a nature reserve in Heysham, Lancashire).
Waves of walls
Saturday 4th November 2017, 10.15am (day 2,263)
And back to the Lake District I go. But why on earth not — it’s a beautiful place, particularly on a lovely autumn morning like this one.
Outside the pub, Friday evening
Friday 3rd November 2017, 5.25pm (day 2,262)
It might only have been a three-day week as far as I was concerned — but I’m still allowed to enjoy getting to the end of it.
Demolition
Thursday 2nd November 2017, 9.20am (day 2,261)
The ‘Manchester Technology Centre’ on Cloak Street clearly is no longer technological enough, as it becomes the latest building in the city centre to succumb to ‘creative destruction’. Will the fabled eco-park finally arise in its place?
Bampton phone box (Withnail and I double bill, part 2)
Wednesday 1st November, 9.00am (day 2,260)
And lo, in this very telephone box on the edge of the village of Bampton, Cumbria, Richard E Grant screamed his lines, “No, I’m not in London! Penrith….. PENRITH!” and ever since, mildly sad Withnail and I aficionados (like Joe and I) have visited to pay homage and write our names in a little visitor’s book inside. Well, it’s a beautiful part of the country too, and worth visiting.
Scarside Lane (Withnail and I double bill, part 1)
Tuesday 31st October 2017, 3.05pm (day 2,259)
Catching up after a two-day trip to the Lake District to give Joe something to do during this week’s half-term holiday. (And me, a break from work.) As we are both fans of the movie Withnail and I (who isn’t?), motivation and interest could be added to the walking by cheaply visiting a location or two. The first is here — what you see here is the gate that Withnail forgot to shut, thus leading to “I”‘s encounter with the bull. “Run at it, shouting!” “That can’t be right! Bastard’s about to run at ME!”
Trees at sunset (early…)
Monday 30th October 2017, 3.50pm (day 2,258)
The clocks have gone back, and there’s no denying we are now firmly in autumn. The first intimations of sunset came worryingly early this evening. For some reason I feel especially reluctant to let go of the summer; the coming of winter gives me no feeling of comfort this time round.
Being 42 