Sunday 15th October 2017, 2.55pm (day 2,243)
The rather impressive topography of my home town hasn’t really had an outing on this blog for a while, but on another Sunday where not a great deal else happened, it can be permitted to save the day.
The Pace Egg play is performed at various locations around Hebden Bridge each Good Friday. St. George defeats all challengers, there is death, rebirth, all that jazz. It dates back hundreds of years — ‘Pace’ comes from the Old English word for Easter. A troupe of actors perform it at Hepstonstall each year, and then this group from Calder High (Joe’s school) tour it round the villages with the help of a non-medieval blue van. I caught this performance in Luddenden in this Good Friday’s pleasant weather.
The first morning of 2016 was a rather chilly and grey one but it was still good to drag the family up a nearby hill and then buy them a pub lunch as compensation. Pic taken on the way round; the cow virtually demanding that I work on its close-ups.
A pleasant evening, though the barometer is falling steeply. This view of the town is taken from Keighley Road. Somehow the angle on the hill at the back looks wrong, but you can tell the camera is being held straight from the perpendiculars on the housing, so it must just be weird geography.
Erected in 1856, this replaced an earlier version which was destroyed by lightning, and commemorated the defeat of Napoleon. It is 120 feet (37m) tall and one can climb up to the top of the pedestal for an extensive view over the surrounding area. Something of a standard landscape shot in this vicinity, but despite 24 years’ living here between them, neither Clare nor Joe had been up there before, so on this Easter Saturday we rectified that.
Joe was invited to the birthday party of one of his friends, and though it was a bit cool and damp to take the picnic that was planned, we (that is, about 8 adults, 15 kids and 3 dogs) did get a walk up on the fells above the western end of Hebden Bridge. It did occasionally remind me why I do tend to walk alone… but still, like the Saturday last weekend, it showed me some parts of my locality that I have not seen, and that alone made it worth doing.