Tag Archives: Hebden Water

Bernard joins us for a drink

Friday 20th November 2020, 5.30pm (day 3,375)

Ginge by the river, 20/11/20

To stop the walls closing in any more than they already are I’ve been making a point of sitting out in a spot by the river in the early evenings, when the weather allows. Just to take some air, watch the ducks (my post of a few days ago was taken from this same point), have a couple of beers. Feel human. Clare joined me for this one and so, for 15 minutes or so, did fellow ex-Railway habituĂ© Bernard, who happened to be passing with a bottle of his own. We talked. As much as anything, we just enjoyed the fact we could see someone else’s face, for real.

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Duckwatching

Friday 13th November 2020, 3.25pm (day 3,368)

Ducks, 13/11/20

As government policy and public fear continue to ravage our lives and economies, I speculate as to what kind of future awaits, and ahead there’s an old-man version of me that just wanders through our empty town each afternoon to spend time watching the ducks. They are peaceful, good-looking creatures, they clearly have some basic society, with obvious couples, occasional spats and arguments, and an ability to understand and make use of the dynamics of water flow for their own personal edification. This duck seems proud of her own drake and watches the other two parade past in much the same way as might a haughty woman sat outside a cafĂ©. To my eyes, anyway. There is little else to look at right now.

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Craggy island?

Saturday 30th May 2020, 1.35pm (day 3,201)

Rock in Hebden Water, 30/5/20

There continues to just about be enough visual interest around my locality to keep this all going. Who knows how long it will be before Authority deigns to say that we can not just travel to other places, but stay there, and explore. Until then, let’s fake it. The thing I like about this shot is that there’s little sense of scale. This could be a substantial island just off the coast, with cliffs behind that are hundreds of feet high. Or, just a little rock in a stream, well lit. You decide.

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Hebden Water

Friday 22nd May 2020, 11.40am (day 3,193)

Hebden Water tag, 22/5/20

An awkward spot to tag, for sure. It takes a certain devotion. Though the river is very low at the moment, with it not having rained properly for weeks.

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By the high river

Sunday 23rd February 2020, 11.30am (day 3,104)

Ducks ignoring food, 23/2/20

The ducks seem collectively uninterested in whatever bounty the gentleman has brought. With the river high and the weather remaining grim, maybe they’re just fed up with it and mildly worried — like the rest of us.

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Taking shelter

Sunday 29th September 2019, 1.10pm (day 2,957)

High water, 29/9/19

More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.

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The Exalted?

Thursday 5th September 2019, 3.50pm (day 2,933)

The exalted, 5/9/19

There is not a great deal going on in life at the moment; the weather is poor and it feels like dead time at the end of what has, admittedly, been a rather extended summer, at least in personal terms. But like these kids, I’ve gone ‘back to school’ — not that I find it any easier to accept than they probably do.

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Duck paddling party

Sunday 11th August 2019, 3.35pm (day 2,908)

Duck cleaning party, 11/8/19

The recent rains have made the river frisky, and though the ducks’ usual mid-stream gathering place, this little island, is under water at the moment this just seems to give them an excuse to enjoy a paddle. They seem quite sociable about it.

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The return of Humph

Monday 10th June 2019, 8.50am (day 2,846)

Humph again, 10/6/19

It’s always good when one of the local heron population is posing in the morning on an otherwise photographically inert day.

Who knows for sure whether this is the same specific bird I’ve pictured before but (allowing for the foreshortening effect of me having taken today’s shot from about 30 feet above the heron’s head) the markings certainly look indistinguishable from those of our old friend Humph, as seen on 25/5/16 for example. How long do herons live, I wonder?

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Weeping willow, by the old bridge

Sunday 28th April 2019, 11.00am (day 2,803)

Willow and bridge, 28/4/19

Another day for spring foliage to fill up the bandwidth. 2,803 days in and there are still some corners of the home town worth depicting. The bridge has been here since 1510, or thereabouts, and seems good for a while yet. Whether the same is true of the photographer, who knows…?

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