Monday 14th May 2012, 4.25pm (day 263)
After five days swanning around Denmark, I had to put in a full day’s work today. Fortunately I could do it at home. Even more fortunately (particularly for photoblogging purposes) there were distractions.
After five days swanning around Denmark, I had to put in a full day’s work today. Fortunately I could do it at home. Even more fortunately (particularly for photoblogging purposes) there were distractions.
The world outside struggles slowly into something that resembles spring. Meanwhile, in our house, an ordinary kind of Sunday; Clare in red corsetry reading a book in the bathroom, and wondering whether the blue ball in the bath is going to spring into life, like Rover in The Prisoner.
This is the main square in the centre of Hebden Bridge. You have seen it before (like on March 18th and March 6th, for example), but not this late at night. Then again you’ve seen very little of things this late at night, because I am not much of a dirty stop-out. Tonight was an exception: we went to the cinema.
Sorry if you don’t like this, but after 8 months of doing this blog I should properly acknowledge that I have a very sexy wife.
Clare has been semi-bereaved lately by the slow death of her little netbook. It’s visible in the background, neglected and dying, because its shiny new replacement arrived today, and everyone at home was much happier. Kind of like when the puppy comes back from the vet’s.
As 200 days have now passed on this blog I have updated the Best of the Rest page with some more photos that didn’t quite make the ‘one a day’ cut.
Drove home today via the scenic route, and took some landscape shots I’m quite pleased with (two others have already made it onto my other photography sites – see the links at the very bottom of the home page).
However, this picture is more fun. Said scenic route from Morecambe to Hebden Bridge takes us through the remote (well, remote for England) Forest of Bowland and through the little village of Dunsop Bridge. According to the nice people at the Ordnance Survey, Dunsop Bridge’s telephone box is the exact geographical centre of Great Britain. So here we are at the centre of the country.
No one seems exactly sure how this is measured, however. Is it just the island of Great Britain? Or do you count all the satellites, like the Shetlands? Or is it the UK, which should therefore include Northern Ireland?
Let’s not worry about it. Few people seem to, anyway. The box is in a bit of a neglected state to tell the truth, I don’t think BT are really that bothered about it. I doubt anyone actually makes calls from here.
Another effort today by the Whitworth family to sell various forms of artwork (home-made and otherwise) to a mildly interested public. Better than three weeks ago: we made a reasonable amount for two hours’ work.
This blog is now 100 days old so I’ve put some more photos up on the ‘Best of the Rest’ page. Of the 100 photos I’ve used here are some stats – the numbers don’t quite add up because sometimes I’ve just had to classify them in more than one category:
Yesterday we had the mysterious purchase of the mask, today I was engaged as official photographer in the wife’s latest shoot. She’s definitely up to something.
By the way, I took a lot of photos today, some of which might even be classed as ‘good’, but I did say that this blog would feature no staged shots. This was the one candid shot I took today, however. Just as well it was a nice one, otherwise you’d have ended up with a picture of a train or something (I’m currently on my way down to London for the evening & work there tomorrow morning); but C is just so much more aesthetically pleasing, don’t you think?
Nice to come downstairs and find two beautiful women in the lounge dressed in their bedwear. After that the rest of the day was taken care of.
It’s early in the day to be posting I know, but I don’t want to take the camera to the gig in Leeds, and do you think I’d get a better shot anyway?
Moscow tomorrow. I will try to keep up with the blog but might not be able to post daily for a few days. Rest assured I will catch up when I get back.