Conference in Manchester today — this was the venue. I like taking architectural shots like this but am aware that without some crane or giant scaffold, the angles will forever be that little bit wrong. This can be seen here with the perpendiculars around the wedge of sky. Ah well.
Seems an awful long time since Joe was at school, but he returns tomorrow, which therefore also marks the resumption of Clare’s school-related job duties. So today was the last day of anything resembling a ‘summer holiday’ for either of them. They mourned its passing by knocking hell out of each other at Warhammer. Clare won convincingly, so I heard.
It’s very Hebden Bridge, but I can live with this kind of thing.
Rydal cave, on the slopes of Loughrigg Fell, is the biggest cave in the Lake District. As A. Wainwright says in his Pictorial Guide, “there is room in here for the entire population of Ambleside (though admittedly many of them would be standing in water)”. It’s not a natural cave however; instead, it is the product of quarrying. I guess you need a certain confidence in the local geology to dig out such a big hole…
And yet more construction, this time in Hebden Bridge and pictured from the bathroom window of our house. These road works have been protracted — the picture of the happy drill was taken around their starting point. This has been a very Hebden-bound period of the blog.
This was also a photowhack — the one and only photo taken on a particular day.
The whole of Manchester city centre is currently a building site, has been for months, and is scheduled to be so for many more months yet. But it seems to be spreading beyond just the new tramline (the ostensible reason for the chaos) and into the associated demolition of various other locations — the building being torn down here was the one on the right on this shot, for example. Who knows what the final plan will be.
Overexposed it may be, but in a burst of sudden sunlight today I knew this bunch of people would be today’s picture. No offense, everyone.
Allowing for the fact that the first one of all, August 2011, was depicted only partially, September 2015 will be the fiftieth calendar month of this blog. How many times in those fifty months has this view (or ones like it) saved an otherwise drab day?
Why Stevie Wonder? No idea. Why not? More of a wonder was finding a cash machine in Hebden Bridge with cash still in it, at the fag-end of a three-day Bank Holiday weekend.
Always a pleasing event of the year. Not many blackberries around yet, but they will come. Plums… for us will, I hope, be just as much in glut as they were two years ago. Believe me, if you live in Hebden Bridge and want cheap plums, give us a couple of weeks, we will be overflowing.
Being 42 