Ewood Park, home of Blackburn Rovers FC, is the ground ahead — one of only three grounds used in the very first season of the Football League (1888) that is still in use, so there’s a bit of history to it. When you approach it through these terraces it really is like being back in the 1950s. No idea why the guy is taking all that luggage to the game. Good day for us Brighton fans — we won 1-0.
Much as I like many things about Bergen, it is the rainiest city in Europe. This picture was taken in the foyer of the university library this lunchtime. It rained all day, which explains why there are no photos of this morning’s eclipse despite Bergen experiencing 98% totality at about 10.50am. It did get very dim, but not a hint of sun (obscured or otherwise) was to be seen. Ah well, never mind — I have bagged an eclipse before. Maybe next time.
The reason I was at the airport yesterday was that I was once again travelling to Norway, I make this my 21st trip there since I first came in September 2010. The occasion was the final seminar and workshop for the project I’ve been working on since summer 2013, a nice but also poignant moment because right now I don’t know for sure that I’ll be back. In this picture participant (and friend) Solveig thinks about her next move. She’s the one always trying to talk to me in Norwegian, she’s very patient, which probably comes of originally being from Tromsø in northern Norway, which gets no sun for two months each winter.
I don’t feel my photos on here have been that great lately, and one reason has been a decided lack of light. Except for last Tuesday (10th), which wasn’t bad, we pretty much haven’t seen the sun in March. Cold, grey, flat light throughout. This morning was little different. The fog was clearing as I boarded my plane to Bergen, via Copenhagen — the usual Long Commute — earlier flights this morning were disrupted by it but though I had a short delay it wasn’t so bad. I doubt the weather will change much in Bergen however, which is after all The City of Perpetual Rain, so no immediate prospect of a change to sunnier scenes…
I do like a pint of Guinness anyway so I’m not succumbing to marketing. Well, maybe a little bit. A happy St. Paddy’s day to you. And a happy day 1,300 of the blog, too.
Question is, am I being addressed by this sign? Or is it a warning? Either way, at least this is the last week of term.
Spring continues to try to struggle through the general atmosphere of chill and damp. Taken by the Stubbing Holme lock on the canal, heavy with water thanks to the snow melt from Thursday’s unexpected fall.
It’s a board game, quite a good one in fact. Not an exciting weekend thus far but it doesn’t matter. I won, so hey, I rule.
So what’s in the carrying case? Inquiring minds want to know.
The climber ascends the crag beside the lava falls. Or maybe it’s a strangely shaped bit of wood beside the fire The fun thing is that you’ll never be sure.
