Thursday 27th December 2018, 10.55am (day 2,681)
On how many otherwise boring and photograph-free days has a heron down on the river saved the blog post. Today was one of those days. Handsome beasts, always…. and damn, are they patient.
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Boxing Day entertainment
Wednesday 26th December 2018, 3.30pm (day 2,680)
In the UK Boxing Day (or St Stephen’s Day, or whatever) is traditionally a day for sport, and we were amongst 413 people enjoying the football at Clitheroe FC on a very mild and pleasant afternoon. So were these two — but their levels of enjoyment are less palpable.
Christmas Day, Morecambe Bay
Tuesday 25th December 2018, 2.55pm (day 2,679)
The post-dinner Christmas Food Babies were walked off beside the melancholy greyness of Morecambe Bay. Clare serves as the model for the second time in a week. I hope you had a happy day, wherever you are, whatever you were doing.
Curlew in the Lune estuary
Monday 24th December 2018, 11.30am (day 2,678)
A beautiful, sunny day today, a welcome change from the grey crud we have otherwise had for some weeks (it feels like that anyway). To distract from the prevalent Christmas theme, here’s a curlew walking on the sands at high tide. I like this shot not only for the bird itself but the strange bubbles all around it, probably caused by some kind of marine life only infrequently covered by water; most of the time this bit of the world will be sand.
View of Heptonstall
Sunday 23rd December 2018, 10.35am (day 2,677)
On the drive over to parents and parents-in-law for Christmas, a view over to Heptonstall, which rises above Hebden Bridge (being the original village) and has featured on many pictures in the past. Perhaps I have post-processed this one too much but with the continuing grey light, in colour this one looked kind of wan and washed out, the mist being just patches of out-of-focus space. In black and white I prefer it and the church comes out more.
A night out on the cobbles
Saturday 22nd December 2018, 12.45am (day 2,676)
It’s been a while since a post-midnight shot made it onto the blog; my Saturday was otherwise entertaining enough but rather than display more football, here is Clare coming home from our Friday night out (also undepicted). A night out on the cobbles, rather than the tiles? Either way, Christmas is upon us, more or less.
In the Antiques Centre
Friday 21st December 2018, 2.05pm (day 2,675)
Not quite ‘last minute’ Christmas shopping but I did finish it off today. My, there’s a whole load of tat in the world, and as it’s been manufactured for generations by now, ‘Antiques Centres’ can fill themselves with it all and sell it on, until then the owners die and there’s a house clearance and it all goes back on sale again. I did like this bevy of porcelain figures though; not that I bought any (whether at £18 or otherwise). Although the blonde at the back was doing her best to tempt potential buyers.
The summit of Brant Fell
Thursday 20th December 2018, 1.45pm (day 2,674)
Little to add except that it was time to get out into some mountains again — even if they weren’t very high. The late December gloom never really lifted all day, but for this shot, it doesn’t matter.
On her graduation day
Wednesday 19th December 2018, 12.05pm (day 2,673)
When graduation ceremonies have appeared on here in the past they have either been those at Manchester or a couple in Moscow, back a few years ago. But this one, today, is at the University of Leeds — and I was not present through professional duty but personal connection, seeing as it was Clare who was celebrating the award of her (second) MA in Psychotherapy and Counselling. Well done to her and to everyone else there today — our C was at the front, far away from the camera, but these graduates nearer where I was sat capture the mood of the day just as well.
Waiting for the bus (that never came)
Tuesday 18th December 2018, 5.15pm (day 2,672)
A damp, soggy evening, and when we potential passengers were told that the bus I was waiting for was to be half an hour late, I gave up and made other arrangements for the evening. So be it — this was my last day of work in Manchester of 2018, and frankly, for now, I’m just glad to see the back of the place. I need some downtime…
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