Friday 17th January 2014, 9.20am (day 876)
I’m glad I have set my life up in ways that get me round the Cumbrian coast rail line now and again, even on a damp Friday in January. This shot is taken from a moving train.
I’m glad I have set my life up in ways that get me round the Cumbrian coast rail line now and again, even on a damp Friday in January. This shot is taken from a moving train.
The Academy is the University of Manchester’s principal music venue, and has appeared a couple of times on this blog from the inside, most recently a few weeks ago when we saw Gogol Bordello there. So here it is from the outside, one of its facets anyway, a study in line and shadow.
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.
Snapped for no other reason than I liked the image. There is no deeper agenda. Another pleasantly sunny winter’s day in Manchester.
With 40 minutes to kill in King’s Cross station on our way back from Brighton, I entertained myself by watching these activities. When the new King’s Cross was opened a couple of years ago this little memorial had been installed seemingly by the builders, and was left largely unmolested; when the Harry Potter shop opened and colonised it shortly afterwards, and started charging visitors to get their mitts on the trolley, the queues, absent before, started appearing. QED.
This is the oldest extant electric railway in the world, having been running since 1883. It runs along Brighton beach for just over a mile, eastwards from the pier — that station is the one seen here, in front of the Royal Albion hotel where we spent this weekend (our usual Brighton haunt, the Pelirocco, having been booked out by a party this weekend).
To properly encapsulate today, I should really have included a photo of Brighton, where we spent most of it. But on the walk to London Bridge station in the morning, this spectacular funeral came past, and I just about managed to get the shot off in time. The ‘antique’ effect really benefits it, I think. That’s two hearses already in 2014, however. Also, perhaps surprisingly, in 870 days these are the first horses to feature on the blog.
I have a weekend to catch up on, and a very good weekend it was. Here, in London on Friday night, is where it began — specifically the ‘Princess Louise’ pub on High Holborn, a great old-fashioned Victorian drinking palace with tiles, etched mirrors, little booths and snugs and good beer, what more does one need? (The flare to the bottom right of the image is a bit distracting, but I think I get away with it.)
Rainbows are a kind of cheap shot, but they usually offer something — you at least know there will be colour, shadow and light all around somewhere. This was taken from inside, after I glimpsed the possibility while drifting off in the post-lunch death slot at the seminar I attended today. There’s a double rainbow visible if you look closely.
Incidentally, this is Alan Turing’s second memorial appearance on the blog after his statue made it back last year.
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.