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Horned beetle

Monday 15th June 2020, 4.50pm (day 3,217)

Horned beetle, 15/6/20

The beetle negotiates the wood crevasse, in its funny little helmet (where are its eyes?) and feeling the way ahead with that unicorn horn, which is so protuberant that here it’s become annoyingly just out of focus. I have no idea what species this is; it’s not a European rhinoceros beetle as it’s the wrong colour and we’re not supposed to have them in the UK anyway. It was about an inch (2.5cm) long.

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In Allestree Park

Sunday 14th June 2020, 10.25am (day 3,216)

Allestree Park, 14/6/20

Sunday. Nominally a day of rest. Time to take in a bit of nature and contemplate the meaning of life, or whatever else takes one’s fancy. Time to bag my first urban county top, hence why I dragged the family to Derby today, making this the city’s third appearance on the blog. But a good day was had. If only the pubs would open.

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Ripening nicely

Saturday 13th June 2020, 3.50pm (day 3,215)

Redcurrants, 13/6/20

The redcurrants are getting there. Not that we get more than about two dozen of them annually, these days.

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Friday night out

Friday 12th June 2020, 6.50pm (day 3,214)

Below Old Town, 12/6/20

Despite everything, it’s still Friday night, the end of a working week, time to relax. What tattered remnants there are of our social life at this time are up in Old Town, so that’s where we headed, despite it being the wettest day for a long while.

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Foxglove

Thursday 11th June 2020, 2.25pm (day 3,213)

Foxglove, 11/6/20

Digitalis purpurea, the common foxglove, always brightens things up at this time of year. Both its Latin and English names come from the way the flowers slip perfectly over one’s fingers; but as bees like to crawl up them too, don’t try this without checking first.

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The cobbles on Sackville Street

Wednesday 10th June 2020, 11.55am (day 3,212)

Sackville Street cobbles, 10/6/20

The cobbles that surface Sackville Street in Hebden Bridge are classic, but whether they are practical, ask the people that live there. I was just passing. Having reached the ‘bored stupid’ stage of lockdown myself, I wonder whether the painting in evidence here is recent, done by a local householder who has been on furlough for the last three months. But I guess the work looks older than that.

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Cold day in June

Tuesday 9th June 2020, 11.55am (day 3,211)

Heater in June, 9/6/20

The heady feeling of freedom engendered by three days in a row out of Hebden was decisively brought to an end. I had to work — which means, these days, staying at home (it is now over three months since I was last on campus on March 8th). And it was cold, too: cold enough to put the heater on, anyway. In the background, Lego guy turns his back in disgust at this lack of moral fibre.

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Drowned village

Monday 8th June 2020, 1.15pm (day 3,210)

Drowned buildings, 8/6/20

Haweswater supplies water for about 25% of the north-west of England, and when it was built in 1935 it raised the level of an existing lake by nearly a hundred feet and drowned two villages, including Mardale Green at the head of its valley. In times of drought, the old village centre has been known to re-emerge. It is not that dry yet, but the water is stil pretty low and as I passed today, there was evidence of several old buildings on the bed of the lake. Mute witnesses to the injustice of having their village eradicated to slake the thirst of others.

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Mother keeps an eye out

Sunday 7th June 2020, 2.30pm (day 3,209)

Duck and duckling, 7/6/20

These kinds of things are universal, aren’t they. I probably had a similar look when seeing Joe off into town that first time.

This was taken on the Rochdale Canal in Mytholmroyd, making this the first time there have been two pictures in a row from outside of Hebden Bridge since March 10th and 11th.

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Morecambe Bay

Saturday 6th June 2020, 3.55pm (day 3,208)

Morecambe Bay, 6/6/20

A burst of freedom. As we are allowed to visit family at the present time — under conditions of whatever — we had a day trip to the great gash in the landscape that is Morecambe Bay. On the other side, Grange-over-Sands.  The figures seen on the tidal flats are presumably a family: but even if they’re not, what business is it of mine.

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