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The cricketers of Keswick

Saturday 25th July 2020, 2.35pm (day 3,257)

Keswick cricket, 25/7/20

Over these months of lockdown it has become apparent that Our Glorious Leadership have been taking decisions on an arbitrary basis.  What is ‘safe’, what is not? What is healthy, what is not? No one really knows.  So, on the evidence of activities taking place in Fitz Park, Keswick, today, cricket is OK, including having spectators present — but not yet football, oh no.  And I don’t mean here the type of football played in front of 30,000 packed together and sweaty fans, but the sort that keeps people fit and provides enjoyment for a few dozen.  That is, the sort I like best.  I am not griping about the fact there was cricket in Keswick today: I think it’s a good thing.  But there seems no reason why, for instance, the football club (Keswick FC) that play in the same park shouldn’t be back in action soon.  Unless you talk to Our Glorious Leadership.

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Arrival at Ravenglass

Friday 24th July 2020, 3.35pm (day 3,256)

Train at Ravenglass, 24/7/20

The 15:35 heads for Ravenglass station, beside the estuary of the river Esk.  And then leaves again — without me on it — meaning, I am about to have a first night away from home in Hebden for 135 days, since my trip to Lincoln on March 10th.  The walls of the valley were beginning to close in.  Here, the vistas are much different.  Variety is a good thing.  It is good to be on holiday in this mad year.

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Odd jobs around the house

Thursday 23rd July 2020, 1.30pm (day 3,255)

On Unity Street, 23/7/20

I too was having a day doing things around the house, but definitely do not share this guy’s head for heights.

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Garden fruits

Wednesday 22nd July 2020, 4.35pm (day 3,254)

Raspberries, 22/7/20

Late July, a time of year when certain things are fated to happen.  I have time off work and do as little as I can, and the garden begins producing fruit.  Fate has done its duty with both in 2020, despite everything.

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Heartbreaking story about terribly cute creature

Tuesday 21st July 2020, 12.45pm (day 3,253)

Tragic lamb, 21/7/20

I went on a Lakeland walk today.  I didn’t feel like mentioning this story when using this photo on my walking blog. If you’re having a day full of the joys of summer, and don’t feel like having it spoiled, admire (or not) this picture of the lamb. (The mountain in the background is Black Combe, where several years ago now, I took another picture of a sheep that I still rather like.)  Then move on, your day unblemished by tragedy.

Sadly, this lamb is in trouble. A minute after taking this shot I came across its recently deceased mother (I warned you…).  Although I didn’t conduct a close inspection, the ewe could not have died that long ago: probably from an attack by a fox or some idiot walker’s unleashed dog.  I hope the local shepherds find this orphan before too much longer passes: after all, that is what they do, and are good at. But people, please — keep your dogs on a lead when there are sheep about. You knew that, right?

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Watershed

Monday 20th July 2020, 2.15pm (day 3,252)

Watershed, 20/7/20

I went on a walk today along the Rochdale Canal from Littleborough to Walsden. Along that route one passes across the main watershed of northern England, which is marked by this sculpture, and poetry that you may enjoy (although the third and fourth lines are illegible on this reproduction — my apologies).  If I were to have passed water at this spot, random chance would have led to it either bouncing to the left, and thus flowing into the Irish Sea at via the rivers Roch, Irwell and Mersey.  Or, to the right — to flow into the North Sea, via the Calder, Aire and Humber.  A very real line — as the poem says, a “liquid equinox” — but not a visible one, not without this memorial.  Nice touch.

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Smoke break outside Aya Sophia

Sunday 19th July 2020, 5.05pm (day 3,251)

Smoke break, Aya Sophia, 19/7/20

Gosh, a human face.  I think there’s only been one of those on the blog in the last month — flesh and blood anyway (as opposed to on book covers, or screens).  It would be a nicer picture if the awning of Calans’ pub wasn’t intruding to bottom left, but the very fact that I could be in that pub on this decently sunny Sunday was celebration enough.

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In the opticians

Saturday 18th July 2020, 8.55am (day 3,250)

In opticians', 18/7/20

I desperately need a new pair of glasses.  This is because my current pair are six years old and apparently in that time my eyes have improved.  If this sounds paradoxical, clearly you are not over forty years old.  Maybe I’ll take the pink pair.

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Restoration project

Friday 17th July 2020, 10.35am (day 3,249)

Park House farm, 17/7/20

Bagged my second County Top in a week, a trip that took me through the urban delights of Wigan, which are more extensive than you might imagine. On the outskirts of town resides this ruin, still proudly marked as ‘Park House Farm’ on the map but now mouldering into decay. Urban explorers — catch it now before it is razed/incorporated into a new housing estate/featured on Grand Designs as a restoration project engaged in by those with too much money. It is presently a spooky, melancholy spot.

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Taking it easy

Thursday 16th July 2020, 1.25pm (day 3,248)

Taking it easy, 16/7/20

I was resolved that today’s photo would depict a living person, after ten days of no one at all.  And so it does, in part.  Those of us still wishing to use the trains are doing so, casually.

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