Fully determined to enjoy the first day of my 3-day weekend, especially as it was my only chance to do a Lakes walk during about a five-week period, I headed out today despite a dubious weather forecast. Had a good walk – but this was the shot that most encapsulated its major characteristic – it was WET. At one point I think I was wetter than I have ever been before, at least, with my clothes on.
The defining feature of today has to be the weather. All day it was good. The first thing seen when the curtains were opened this morning was the valley below filled with a thick tendril of mist – which I did my best to capture here. The rest of the day was a glorious return to summer, much-needed after what feels like two weeks of autumn. I hope it remains like this tomorrow, for another walk, but actually, I don’t really care. I’m on my weekend.
Hebden Bridge is known for being packed full of ‘independent’ stores. This means that you can’t buy many useful things, like a pair of pants or a washing machine, but you can find five or six retailers here from whom you can buy a chamomile-scented candle shaped like a pyramid.
However, when one wants to get an otherwise reluctant child to do something with you just after school chucking-out time, the fact that we have an old, traditional sweet shop (candy store) is something of a bonus.
Manchester is technically where I work but I’m there, on average, about 40% of the working week. I don’t dislike it but I don’t have any particular identification with it either: it’s not a beautiful city like, say, Edinburgh or Amsterdam. But it has its moments. And it did give the world Joy Division.
[NB: I almost put a different picture up here, of very strange evening light as a shower came over Hebden Bridge, but that would have made it two HB sky pictures in a row. I did like the shot, however, so I’ve put it on my Flickr site.]
I was lacking inspiration today: it’d been pretty mundane (work at home, take the boy to school, cook dinner etc). But with the high winds today, the skies kept opening and closing up, and this was the best effort I could get. It’s a shame about the telephone wire, but it’s still quite a nice shot.
Why would anyone in Britain buy blackberries at this time of year? Why would anyone equipped with a freezer and a few hours on a September morning have to buy them at any time of year? Particularly ones shipped in from Mexico, which, unbelievably, I have seen on offer in our local stores in the middle of a British autumn. I cannot think of a more ridiculous illustration of how we have utterly f***ed up food production and its relationship to our long-term survival.
I also like blackberries. Particularly in a pie.
I nearly put up a picture of the Championship table, to show the mighty Brighton & Hove Albion FC top after yet another win. Who knows, perhaps that will be my last chance. But I suspect not. So we’ll have a picture of this impressive fungus instead, which might not be there next week either.
After 6 days of work, I finally reach the weekend. After 6 days of rain, the sun finally comes out. And it’s about time I put a photograph of the wife up here.
At this time of year there is an element of the holiday rep about my job. One lot of students are about to finish their time with me but as they do so, the next lot are on their planes in, ready to start the next cycle. Today I had drinks with some of those who were departing. Cormac, my colleague (being Irish) and I had Guinness; Huiyu & Dalal caffeine. But it’s all the same in the end. They’ve worked hard this year as have we. We all deserve it.
At this meeting I attended today this guy was taking photographs of everyone, as soon as they opened their mouths. He was a nice guy, though. At the lunch break I said, ‘You’ve been taking photos of everyone, now I’m going to take your photo, and put it on my web site.’ And so, I did.
Being 42 