Today’s picture might have been of the Christmas markets being built in Manchester — but November’s not yet ten days old, for pity’s sake. A remnant of summer is preferable, even if it is mostly deceased. What it was doing out on this table in the afternoon, only the Contact Theatre Café knows.
A cold and frosty morning but it turned into the latest in a run of very beautiful days. A train strike kept me working at home today and I cared not at all.
How many IT helpdesks round the world look like this, I wonder? Still, they did help. On an iatrogenic problem, though.
Or Southport, or Bury, which are other towns named on the facade of Victoria station in Manchester and to where one can still catch a train…. unlike Fleetwood, Goole and other places where trains haven’t gone from here in a long time. Hope he/she locked their bike securely, wherever it was.
Another very pleasant day to round off the weekend. We should all aspire to the level of relaxation evident in these gulls, even if the ‘lake’ they are on is an old gravel pit, or something (now a nature reserve in Heysham, Lancashire).
And back to the Lake District I go. But why on earth not — it’s a beautiful place, particularly on a lovely autumn morning like this one.
It might only have been a three-day week as far as I was concerned — but I’m still allowed to enjoy getting to the end of it.
The ‘Manchester Technology Centre’ on Cloak Street clearly is no longer technological enough, as it becomes the latest building in the city centre to succumb to ‘creative destruction’. Will the fabled eco-park finally arise in its place?
And lo, in this very telephone box on the edge of the village of Bampton, Cumbria, Richard E Grant screamed his lines, “No, I’m not in London! Penrith….. PENRITH!” and ever since, mildly sad Withnail and I aficionados (like Joe and I) have visited to pay homage and write our names in a little visitor’s book inside. Well, it’s a beautiful part of the country too, and worth visiting.
Catching up after a two-day trip to the Lake District to give Joe something to do during this week’s half-term holiday. (And me, a break from work.) As we are both fans of the movie Withnail and I (who isn’t?), motivation and interest could be added to the walking by cheaply visiting a location or two. The first is here — what you see here is the gate that Withnail forgot to shut, thus leading to “I”‘s encounter with the bull. “Run at it, shouting!” “That can’t be right! Bastard’s about to run at ME!”
Being 42 