Monday 24th May 2021, 3.20pm (day 3,560)
Have I yet done 2021’s duckling/gosling pic? No? Well, here you are then. These balls of fluff can get up to a decent speed in the water, you have to give them that.
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There, in spirit
Sunday 23rd May 2021, 12.25pm (day 3,559)
Morecambe FC’s impressive season continues but even though fans have been graciously allowed to return to grounds thanks to the decrees of Our Glorious Leaders, this is in arbitrarily low numbers, so no chance of getting tickets for the play-off semi-final this lunchtime. A hunt around the local hostelries ended up with Clare (the real MFC fan) and I (the hanger-on) watching it in Halifax. The effort was worth it; they will be at Wembley on the 31st. Go Shrimps…!
About to depart
Saturday 22nd May 2021, 12.20pm (nearly) (day 3,558)
They’ve still got a couple of minutes before the departure of the 12:21 from Leeds to Doncaster. But we run anyway in these situations, don’t we; almost instinctively. It takes a certain confidence not to do so.
The doorstep journey
Friday 21st May 2021, 11.30am (day 3,557)
“Listen, I’m as pissed off as you it’s still very cold and wet for May. I have to forsake my usual comfortable haunts because the ground is too wet. And you’re not at risk of getting fatally stomped by random humans.”
Well, these are valid points. But it still let me stick my camera in its face.
This morning’s dose of Zoombification
Thursday 20th May 2021, 9.15am (day 3,556)
And where are all the people who should be in the empty offices, as pictured yesterday? Trapped behind these magic mirrors, in some kind of netherworld. Myth becomes life, and slowly we fade away, losing more and more connections with the reality we once knew.
The lights are on but (still) nobody’s home
Wednesday 19th May 2021, 9.05am (day 3,555)
Booth Street, Manchester. This is the most public of workplaces, floor to ceiling windows on the ground floor. It has lain empty for 15 months now. Today, the lights were on — yet still no sign of occupancy. The ‘evacuation point’ sign seems somehow meaningful.
The hillside (with non-conformist tree)
Tuesday 18th May 2021, 2.30pm (day 3,554)
An improvement in the weather, at least temporarily. The red tree proudly stands out from its neighbours; dare to be different…
Watching through the dugout
Monday 17th May 2021, 8.15pm (day 3,553)
A photo of several things. Firstly, the football. Clare insists that the mark on the lower part of the dugout looks just like a sheep. Brighouse manager Vill Powell (with newly-shaven head) makes his second personal appearance on the blog. But most of all it is a photo of a crowd, in a football match, in a proper ground. Finally we can do this kind of thing again. And life is the better for it.
The watcher
Sunday 16th May 2021, 1.15pm (day 3,552)
Not a day that will live long in the annals of photographic history, at least, not for me. But this cat was cute (despite the reflections) and in fact, this is the first cat to appear on the blog since 3rd March 2020 — which is pretty poor form for this self-declared ‘cat person’. Lots of dogs, lots of birds, even a pig or three, but no cats for a while. Let’s rectify this.
Storm at South Milford
Saturday 15th May 2021, 3.45pm (day 3,551)
The village of South Milford, east of Leeds, makes an exceptionally wet debut on the blog, and thus a rather grim one, despite being a pleasant place that hosted me entertainingly enough this afternoon. But it was damp, oh yes indeed.
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