Night out in Leeds to celebrate the birthday of our friend Caroline, will she let me tell you which number birthday it was? Ends in a zero, anyway. This tree sits outside her house, snapped it late on. I like the windows of the houses at the bottom which give it some added interest.
What was in the boxes I do not know, but if they started out full then clearly she’s had a good day’s trading. Perhaps that’s what she’s texting about. But perhaps the stall just sells the boxes. It’s that kind of market.
Visited the National Football Museum today, on a reconnaissance for a field trip I will be bringing my students on in a couple of weeks’ time. Yes, I get to take them to the Football Museum — and why not, it’s an interesting place, worth exploring. This exhibit, for example — showing a womens’ football team pictured during World War I, a time at which due to the regime’s need for labour women’s rights had quite a flowering. And then, as evidenced by the quote along the top of this image, they were then squashed over again (“The game of football is quite unsuitable for women and ought not to be encouraged” — from the Football Association, 1921). As goes football, so go many other areas of life.
“…we are installing automated ticket barriers at Manchester Victoria station. They’re not working yet, but when they are, we’re confident that all you regular station users will agree they will improve the ambience and flow of the early morning rush-hour no end. Hands up those of you who believe that. Anyone? Any takers?”
Two days in a row of pictures taken by the side of the canal. This dog barked in a kind of elderly fashion at me as I walked past this morning. Honour was satisfied, without troubling either side, but it still woke up the owner.
After a cold and snowy few days in Norway, back home, to a less snowy but still cold Hebden Bridge. The bicycle hanging by the canal is a legacy of when it was much warmer, back in July, and the Tour de France came zipping by.
I know I did the snowy mountain shot on my way into Bergen, and here we are doing it again on the way back home, but it was either that or a photo of my breakfast. This one is better. And creamier.
No frolicking in the snow today — too much work to do. This time in Bergen I have been accompanied by a colleague from Manchester, Chris, and here he is enjoying the beanbags of this 21st century workspace: the building that, in the end, our project here in Norway has all been about. So let’s use it…
If in doubt for something to do in Bergen (and you’ve finished work for the day), take the funicular and come up here. This is Fløyfellet’s second appearance on the blog, the first being well over three years ago (27th Nov 2011), and the second shot in a row of a snowy Norwegian scene with a vaguely supernatural element.
Today is the last of 66 days in a row for me in the UK, which I guess isn’t very long, but it is the second-longest UK-bound period of this blog. I was in Manchester today but the run ended with a damn fine — but cold — Hebden Bridge morning.
Being 42 