Friday 2nd August 2024, 11.15am (day 4,726)
The sun is still shining. A few attics need airing, skylights need opening. Ours too — this photo was taken by sticking my head out of the roof.
Attics get an airing
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Working, but not inside
Thursday 1st August 2024, 2.20pm (day 4,725)
The weather is warm and pleasant at the moment, and very unconducive to staying indoors, even if I did have to work. So, I didn’t. Stay indoors, that is. The other thing comes with the territory, for a bit longer in my life at least.
Entrance to Granary Wharf
Wednesday 31st July 2024, 6.40pm (day 4,724)
And so ends July 2024, another month that has felt extended over quite a long time — at the start of it we were still in the Isle of Wight, and that was surely ages ago. But apparently not. Anyway, the month ends with an evening in Leeds. No particular significance attaches to the chosen picture — I just like the colours. Which is, of course, probably the reason that the designers of Granary Wharf’s visual elements did this with the lights.
A tomato makes an effort
Tuesday 30th July 2024, 9.20am (day 4,723)
So, at least a few of the tomato flowers (as pictured on May 23rd) have made an effort: although don’t imagine that this fruit is very big, nor that there are very many of them. This agriculture lark is not straightforward…
Doris disdains the cigarette
Monday 29th July 2024, 7.00pm (day 4,722)
Well, that’s what it looks like. In truth we were all, Doris the dog included, enjoying the sunshine; there’s not been that much of it to be seen in northern England this year so far but summer does appear to have broken out over the last few days, at least.
Balsam: the 21st century triffid
Sunday 28th July 2024, 1.50pm (day 4,721)
In John Wyndham’s The Day of the Triffids is presented the ultimate invasive species. So hostile is it to human life that following a public health disaster the plant simply takes over. I believe some people get to live out a siege future on the Isle of Wight at the end of the novel. It ain’t happening quite so quickly with Himalayan Balsam, but nevertheless I do believe that we are in trouble. There seems to be more of it than ever, this summer.
Squirrel memorial
Saturday 27th July 2024, 1.45pm (day 4,720)
I’m sure there are worse things to be remembered for, and less appropriate ways of memorialising a loved one. Those whom Barbara left behind are hopefully gratified to see this being properly used. (That is an actual squirrel, in case you were wondering.)
In the training ring
Friday 26th July 2024, 1.55pm (day 4,719)
That faceless mass of hair over there is Joe, down on one of his occasional visits from Dundee. This being the case, an afternoon off work was called and more exciting pursuits engaged in. And Totopoly is a pretty good game, all in all — it keeps up the interest to the end. Number 9 won, by the way — and it was my horse.
Items for collection
Thursday 25th July 2024, 4.20pm (day 4,718)
Not quite the latest pic in the ‘abandoned shoes’ series, as there is a pair here. Along with the other items they seem to have been placed beside the Keighley Road pavement deliberately, for collection and subsequent use by anyone who needs them. So if anyone in Hebden Bridge does want an old telephone, a plastic wine glass, a nail file, the shoes or the other things which were in the pile but unseen — feel free to go and inspect.
Red chilli with bikes
Wednesday 24th July 2024, 11.05am (day 4,717)
This is one of those occasions where an often-seen view suddenly struck me, for the first time, as possible material for a picture. And with a long zoom, it seems to have worked out. I like the details, such as the panda face to the left. Doubtless if you are Chinese, there will be more. Though apparently, the banners read “Happy New Year” (if the very small writing at the bottom of each is to be believed): proof that this particular culture is no more fastidious about taking down the seasonal decorations than are the English.
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