Second evening in a row at the pub – naughty, naughty. A birthday celebration for our friend Steve, these are the remnants of his very nice birthday cake going up in smoke. Yes, we could have recycled. But it’s cold out.
As pictured in The Railway. I didn’t ask to take this picture, it’s candid, but you know, sometimes you just gotta use them anyway. Also while I’m 95% certain this guy is called Ian, I can’t be completely sure, so I hope I’ve got it right…
The first one I’ve seen since about January 25th, the date I skipped out of last winter and buggered off to the Southern Hemisphere. A cold but beautiful morning captured as I headed for the train station to go into work.
A day of sunshine and showers, which I think this shot manages to capture, as well as documenting the continuing growth of the building going up near to our house. My first full day in Hebden Bridge since October 20th, but that’s fine, I needed the rest.
Went to Doncaster Rovers v Brighton today — we won 3-1. A good day out. This picture was taken at half-time. The gentleman in focus (and there is only one) is Dick Knight, the man who became chairman of Brighton in 1997, rescuing the club from the wasteland of the Bill Archer regime. In other words, he basically saved them from oblivion, keeping them going until 2009 when he passed the torch on to current owner Tony Bloom. I think it’s brilliant that he still goes to games as an ordinary fan. I shook his hand today, just because I wanted to say thank you for what he did.
I have reached a nice round number on the blog – day 800. I have updated the Best of the Rest and Stats pages accordingly.
After the party, the journey home. I do this trip quite a lot. Since they finally removed the scaffolding from around Blackfriars station earlier this year, it really does have a bloody good view, up there with Circular Quay station in Sydney — but with slightly cleaner windows.
Halloween is, of course, an over-commercial, Americanised piece of tosh, a festival of tat that in the UK risks supplanting our own home-grown folk festival at this time of year, the 5th November, Bonfire Night (and there will not be a celebration of that in Hebden Bridge this year due to ‘health and safety concerns’ — within my lifetime we may lose this event).
But none of that seemed to stop me attending a Halloween party tonight. Well, wouldn’t you, if this were your companion.
As photographed on the long uphill walk to Windermere station, as Joe & I returned from our break in the Lakes. I was back at work by the afternoon.
Second day of this two-day break in the Lake District with Joe. I make no apologies for uploading another landscape shot today, though let’s give it that slightly different angle and included in it someone else who was doing their best to capture what was, for a hill only 803 feet above sea level, a quite exceptional panorama. Latterbarrow rises to the north-east of the village of Hawkshead.
Joe is on his half-term holiday, so these two days I’m off work doing my part of the child care duties. And I decided to take him somewhere I liked. Why not.
Newspaper editors in London might also like to use this picture as evidence that today was not, despite their headlines, the day that the ‘Killer Storm Stopped Britain’. Or perhaps they were using ‘Britain’ as shorthand for ‘that small part of a decent-sized country which is nearest to London’ — as they so often do?
