Another very beautiful day, ending beautifully. The ‘sun’ poking through the hillside is in fact a reflection off one of the houses on Heptonstall Road. Mist filled the air this morning and by the looks of things, so it will tomorrow morning too.
Taken somewhere over Wales on our final descent into Manchester this morning, allowing for the time difference a 19-hour journey door to door. The humps in the foreground are the wing and engine; behind are various hills poking above a layer of mist and fog.
It was actually another beautiful day today but I saw nothing of this; due to my wanderings yesterday I really needed to get down to do some work today so never left home. So here is that old staple, the view from my house, over Hebden Bridge. The sun did not burn through this mist until well into the morning.
Flew over to Moscow again today, where I’m working all week. My intention was to post a totally gratuitous photo of Germany, where I changed planes, purely to get an 8th country onto this blog. But though I got some decent shots of Frankfurt today, where it was a lovely sunny day, this shot of the Pennine hills just outside Manchester as we took off this morning has to be the winner. Germany can wait. I’ll be passing back through on Friday so we’ll see if an equally gratuitous shot makes it then. Meantime, the mist.
A somewhat boring day – had to work, for the third Sunday in a row – but a beautiful one, particularly in the morning. Hard to capture the combination of blue skies, a sharp chill in the air and mist clinging to the sides of the valley first thing, but this is my best shot.
The first time I came here, in September 2010, I developed an opinion that this might be the world’s most spectacular city – see this pic on my Flickr site for further evidence – and I have seen nothing this time to change my mind. If only things were half the price that they were, because this country sure makes you pay to enjoy its beauty.
The defining feature of today has to be the weather. All day it was good. The first thing seen when the curtains were opened this morning was the valley below filled with a thick tendril of mist – which I did my best to capture here. The rest of the day was a glorious return to summer, much-needed after what feels like two weeks of autumn. I hope it remains like this tomorrow, for another walk, but actually, I don’t really care. I’m on my weekend.
Being 42 