Monday 25th May 2015, 4.05pm (day 1,369)
Clearing up after the Bank Holiday crowd. Saturday’s walk notwithstanding, it has not been the most eventful eight days, but there’ll be a burst of activity from tomorrow.
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Lego lady gets desperate
Sunday 24th May 2015, 7.20pm (day 1,368)
I could explain again the basis of Clare’s blog with her Lego lady…. but I’m not going to. Rest assured that I did take this shot, hence it fits with the rules of my own blog. Do I feel like this? That’s for me to know and you to find out.
View from High Knott
Saturday 23rd May 2015, 11.30am (day 1,367)
Far too glorious a day to not go on a walk. The walking blog will get updated tomorrow, but for now, here’s one of today’s spectacular views: Great End on the left, then the three lumps from centre to right are Loft Crag, Pike o’Stickle and Harrison Stickle — the Langdale Pikes. England doesn’t get a great deal better than this.
Steve and Abdul
Friday 22nd May 2015, 7.15pm (day 1,366)
At the end of a week that I have mostly spent marking but which tired me out anyway. Where else to go but the pub?
Speaker at the cinema
Thursday 21st May 2015, 8.15pm (day 1,365)
Went to the cinema tonight to see a superb film, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly — if you’ve never seen it I highly recommend it. It was being shown as a charity fundraiser, which meant we were obliged to listen to the speeches beforehand, hence this picture. But I am being unfair — it was for a good cause. And did I say it was a very good movie?
Lines, Victoria
Wednesday 20th May 2015, 2.10pm (day 1,364)
The refurbishment of Manchester Victoria station must be nearly complete, but while half of it has now been opened up dramatically, the other half (platforms 3-6) remain, and probably always will remain, stuck under the Arena which squats over it like the corporate edifice that it is. And yes, I know that 2.10pm is rather early to be heading home, but I have marking to do.
Mending the NFM
Tuesday 19th May 2015, 10.20am (day 1,363)
Instalment n+1 in the occasional series, “Blokes Up The Sides of Manchester Buildings Doing Their Jobs” (see also here, here and here).
Dusk over Hebden
Monday 18th May 2015, 8.15pm (day 1,362)
Having put myself about a bit over the last couple of weeks — this is only the fourth of May’s pictures to be taken in Hebden Bridge — I had a profoundly inactive day today, spent working at home. Lucky for you this dusk shot manifested itself this evening as you were this close to getting a picture of my feet. Be thankful for small mercies.
My walking companions
Sunday 17th May 2015, 11.10am (day 1,361)
The real point of this weekend was to meet and — hopefully — bond with the people who are going to be attempting Kilimanjaro with me. Here is a selection of them, at least. A good weekend, I think we’re more ready than we were on Friday anyway.
Ferry across the Wye
Saturday 16th May 2015, 7.10pm (day 1,360)
The main reason I have headed in this direction this weekend is to attend the preparatory, ‘training’ weekend for my organised trek up Kilimanjaro, which is starting in late July. The weekend was held where England meets Wales at the beauty spot of Symonds Yat, above the Wye valley, another place (like Aberystwyth) that was a) somewhere I’d never been and b) really, rather attractive. This has got to be the most rustic passenger ferry in England. Or, indeed, Wales.
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