Wednesday 13th May 2015, 10.35am (day 1,357)
Three stallholders, or possibly visitors, and Audrey Hepburn in a birdcage. A typical scene at Hebden Bridge’s weekly Wednesday flea market.
Three stallholders, or possibly visitors, and Audrey Hepburn in a birdcage. A typical scene at Hebden Bridge’s weekly Wednesday flea market.
What was in the boxes I do not know, but if they started out full then clearly she’s had a good day’s trading. Perhaps that’s what she’s texting about. But perhaps the stall just sells the boxes. It’s that kind of market.
A regular Wednesday event in town. If you want to buy a guitar in Hebden before 9am on a Wednesday morning in January, this is the place to do it, clearly.
Seven days in a row at home now — I mean without leaving at all, even for work — and no nights away planned until well into July. This is unusual for me. I need to look around, reconnect.
A regular Thursday scene in Hebden Bridge, but not previously depicted on the blog. The fish van is a welcome visitor – he’s having a quiet day here, there is usually a considerable queue. Mind you, it was chucking it down with rain this morning.
Returned from Tampere to Helsinki today and have the weekend here before heading home on Sunday afternoon. This is taken in a market near the square of Hakaniemi. Fish, potatoes and berries seem to be the staples of the Finnish diet, which is fine by me.
Does the plastic bag spoil this shot or help it? I also like the little flag in the background, just in case I forgot where I was.
Yup: that pretty much sums me up, musically. And all at £2 off, as well.
Little commentary to add to this one – just a nice scene I passed on the way home. I’m sure it would be a cheaper service to run if they turned the lights off when it was empty, though.
I spent a good portion of the middle part of my life avoiding London, but recently I have been visiting more often. It was nice today to be able to walk out of a hotel on quite a pleasant late autumn morning and be exploring Covent Garden before everywhere was open and while it was still fairly quiet. I think it’s too early to have Christmas decorations up anywhere – but I suppose these ones are quite attractive.
Alternate Sundays a market sets up in the centre of Hebden Bridge, five minutes’ walk from my house. This stall is always there with its amazing profusion of pots, packets, jars, bottles and bags of great Mediterranean food, all presided over by this otherwise cliched Yorkshireman. No picture snatched in passing can capture it, but there’s enough in this picture to make the glands begin watering anyway.