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Ice rainbow

Thursday 29th August 2013, 6.30pm (day 735)

Ice rainbow 29/8/13

I’ve only ever seen this a couple of times before — a rainbow, or at least a spectrum, high in the air, nowhere near the ground and with no rain in sight. I guess it must be caused by light refracting through ice crystals in the upper atmosphere. Bad weather on the way perhaps. Let’s hope not: I intend to spend next weekend walking in Norway.

POSTSCRIPT: Have discovered this is something called a ‘circumzenithal arc’. They are not rare as such, but apparently only appear when the sun is at exactly the right angle to ice crystals in high-level clouds, and thus can be seen only in very restricted locations on the ground. So if you do see one, feel privileged – it may well only be visible in a space a few metres around you.

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Watching Morecambe v Newcastle

Wednesday 28th August 2013, 8.50pm (day 734)

Morecambe v Newcastle, 28/8/13

Our Clare can occasionally be aroused by football, which is why Morecambe FC (currently of League Two) have featured more than once on the blog in the past. There she is in her MFC kit watching them lose — undeservedly I would add — to the supposedly far superior Newcastle United in tonight’s televised match.

That’s an illusion going on with Joe by the way. He’s not really got a pint of beer in front of him with a straw in it.

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Old Quadrangle, University of Manchester

Tuesday 27th August 2013, 12.15pm (day 733)

Old Quadrangle 27/8/13

There is continued good weather, and flowers seemingly everywhere, a vast improvement over last summer. I seem to have started noticing flowers more since I began taking the photography more seriously. They are good subjects, individually or en masse. The other models here aren’t bad either.

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Apothecary, Haworth

Monday 26th August 2013, 2.35pm (day 732)

Apothecary, 26/8/13

I was born on 26/8/69, so today was my 44th birthday. It was thrice blessed, being also a public holiday in the UK, and finally, a hot and sunny late summer’s day. We went to Haworth – as indeed did about ten thousand other tourists, but somehow the place seems to fit them all in without collapsing into some kind of over-commercialised netherworld; I like Haworth, in fact. Of course one cannot escape the Brontë references, even in this store, though the present owners are almost apologetic in pointing out that the main contribution it makes to literary history is that it’s the place where Bramwell Brontë once bought his opium.

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