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Wastwater — Britain’s best view?

Friday 9th June 2023, 8.20am (day 4,306)

Wastwater, 9/6/23

There are worse places to be at 8.20am on a Friday morning, that’s true. In 2007, the view down Wastwater to the mountains at its head (l-r: Yewbarrow, Great Gable, Lingmell) was voted ‘Britain’s Best View’ in an ITV programme (see this page); and you have to agree that it makes a good case. And I don’t even care that a car has got into the shot, in fact I quite like it — thanks to the person stood just to its right, also photographing this magnificent slice of land.

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Formal sheep portrait, with Muncaster Fell

Thursday 8th June 2023, 4.15pm (day 4,305)

Sheep portrait and Muncaster Fell, 8/6/23

I am fond of the genre that is the Formal Sheep Portrait. They do pose — I mean, I’m not saying they know they’re having their picture taken, but they’re quite happy to stand still and check you out while you formulate the shot. This one is taken on the slopes of Irton Pike, in the west of the Lake District: it’s Muncaster Fell that is in the background, sporting a heavy growth of rhododendrons, hence the dusting of pink.

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Ball of unknown origin

Wednesday 7th June 2023, 4.50pm (day 4,304)

Tennis ball, 7/6/23

Third post in a week to be taken in the garden, but it’s still sunny and there’s not much else going on that offers a change of scene. This tennis ball has been sat pretty much in the same position for weeks now, and both Clare and I have acknowledged that neither of us have the slightest idea where it came from. It offers an opportunity for a still life, nevertheless.

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Louis waits for our meeting

Tuesday 6th June 2023, 2.05pm (day 4,303)

On the basis that it was going to be warm enough to sit outside, colleague Louis stood by the exit out to the courtyard. However, today was about 10º cooler than it’s been lately — so we met inside in any case. I was running a couple of minutes late. But I did see him down there, patiently waiting.

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Source of noise and dust

Monday 5th June 2023, 12.15pm (day 4,302)

Workman and dust, 5/6/23

Working at home today. This guy’s working at (a) home too, the one across the road, and decided to wield the stonecutter, or angle-grinder, or whatever particular power tool this is that throws up lots of dust and noise, each time I wanted to sit out on the front step and get some fresh air and a cup of tea. Easier just to stay indoors, even on another fine day.

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Turkey, or possibly, alien

Sunday 4th June 2023, 12.30pm (day 4,301)

Turkey, 4/6/23

Until seeing this one close up today I had never realised what a bizarre-looking species the turkey is. Even its feathers look wrong, like it’s actually a giant pinecone with an absurd neck and head arbitrarily stuck on it. And the nose…. or whatever it is. Takes some going to carry this all off with dignity but I guess it manages it. For the next six months or so, anyway.

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Picnic remnants

Saturday 3rd June 2023, 1.40pm (day 4,300)

Picnic remnants, 3/6/23

Hmmm, a Saturday with no football (yes, OK, I’m aware that there was something going on in London along those lines, but you know what I mean). And the sun was shining. And there was work to do in the garden. All these things made a relaxing afternoon picnic, with wine, just the right thing to do. (Those are my feet, yes. Clare is unseen to the left — I didn’t drink the whole bottle myself, you know.)

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Plumlings

Friday 2nd June 2023, 3.45pm (day 4,299)

Plumlings, 2/6/23

Another one of those recurrent, annual subjects. Our plum tree definitely has years off — and 2022 was one — but this year there’s going to be a decent crop. Previously I have referred to these as plumlets but for some reason ‘plumlings’ came to mind this time round, which I feel is definitive.

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The biscuit factory

Thursday 1st June 2023, 4.45pm (day 4,298)

Fox's Biscuit Factory, 1/6/23

While on one of my random perambulations around northern England, I found myself walking past this establishment, which is one of two factories in the country making Fox’s Biscuits. It’s in Wesham, between Preston and Blackpool. The best thing about this came a minute or so after I took this shot, when I turned a corner and was suddenly downwind of it. I had to stop walking for a while and just breathe in the delicious smell of it. How they live with that all the time in Wesham I have no idea, they must be hungry all the time, feeling like Charlie Bucket.

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Drinking game

Wednesday 31st May 2023, 6.55pm (day 4,297)

Drinking game, 31/5/23

I wasn’t participating, just documenting. And out celebrating having finished the end of the latest bout of marking.

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