When awaiting the 8:56 morning service to Manchester, stand by the first station sign board beyond the edge of the canopy. That’s where the front coach stops and there are plenty of seats. Because it was a gloriously sunny morning, my spot was occupied by these guys today, but their cute dog caught great rim-light so I let them off.
It’s been a strange week, but it ended as many do, and certainly resembled the start of most of those weekends that come just after pay day — that is, we ate out. Here’s to the weekend.
This place is a godsend early in the morning, and rarely empty. I’m not normally round this corner, but for once I had my cup of tea sat down at the tables inside instead of on the train. Earliest shot for a while, since late November in fact (and only the fourth shot before 7.30 in the last 12 months). It’s still dark outside at this time.
Such is the name of this fast food joint, our one of choice partly because it is next to the Railway pub, but also because it does do good food, well made. I don’t cook every night you know.
The gym I go to has a rotating exhibition of photographs or paintings and I put my name down to do it some time ago. In December I got a call saying my turn had come round so here we are, my first proper exhibition. You see here four of the smaller landscape photos, there are eighteen in total, eleven landscapes and seven wildlife pictures, some of which have been seen on the blog (the one on the left here is this shot of Helvellyn in the Lake District, from 2/12/11, for example). So I’m kind of proud of this and wanted it to be documented on here at some point. You also see here Phil, one of the gym regulars, the sort of bloke in his late fifties you know for a fact is about three times as healthy as yourself.
The former ‘Hole in the Wall’ pub did feature on a post or two (like this one) back in late 2012 when it was temporarily accommodating a pub business forced out of its usual premises due to the flooding that summer, but it has been closed again for a year or so now. I believe it will soon be renovated, but I doubt it will remain a pub.
Taken more because I think the black, cruciform traffic cones are kinda cool, also because I like the way Hebden Bridge’s funeral parlour is right next to the gymnasium. As far as I know there is no connecting door.
Another year, still here. But that’s a good thing.
Birds, again, but hey. So it goes. We could have a New Year challenge, see if your count of the rooks on this photo (in flight or still in the tree) matches mine. For what it’s worth I get it to over 100, and all were circling over Hebden Bridge town centre this morning in a mildly ominous way.
Back home for the rest of the year. This photo has the same subject matter as the one posted a year ago today; the Hebden Water, which joins the River Calder just below this point. The building is the new extension to our Town Hall, opened in 2012.
Being 42 