Thursday 24th December 2020, 11.00am (day 3,409)
Last-minute Christmas shopping? Alone, and masked. Such is the way of it in 2020.
Norwich market, Christmas Eve
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Cromer Pier
Wednesday 23rd December 2020, 12.15pm (day 3,408)
If given the chance I would remove the white lines on the bottom right and there’s a little red sign between the benches that bothers me. But otherwise I am satisfied with this shot of the landward end of Cromer Pier which evokes a misty but pleasant day doing very little in North Norfolk, waiting…
Lunchtime spectator
Tuesday 22nd December 2020, 1.20pm (day 3,407)
This little chap becomes the latest robin to prove that members of his species really don’t see the humans as things to be worried about. He kept a close eye on us as we (Clare, Joe and I) had our sandwiches, while undertaking another County Top walk. This took place nowhere near Hebden Bridge, nor do we intend to be there for a while. Draw your own conclusions.
This is also the latest in a notable run of pictures taken at 1:nn pm: six of the last seven. Times of pictures are never chosen, they just happen; it’s a kind of random number generator, though admittedly some times (daylight, namely) are more likely to appear than others. But a run of this consistency is unusual.
Well, he’s happy
Monday 21st December 2020, 1.50pm (day 3,406)
Having taken up the habitat of occasionally walking up and down the valley of the Hebden Water, simply to keep my spirits and step count up, on several occasions recently I have passed this little guy in one of the allotments along the riverside and taken a shot. Today he can make the blog. This is the kind of carefree attitude it would be nice to affect at the present time. What does he know of ministerial incompetence, lockdown loving and general paranoia. Even on midwinter’s day.
Christmas family gathering
Sunday 20th December 2020, 1.45pm (day 3,405)
This is how Christmas works this year. We saw my side of the immediate family today — these people are not them, but we gathered in the same place, Towneley Park in Burnley. We didn’t bring our own seating either, but it worked out anyway. It was good to see them — but it shouldn’t have to be this way.
Mill Royd Mill, Brighouse
Saturday 19th December 2020, 1.35pm (day 3,404)
No social commentary whatsoever. I like the shapes, the shadows. Good to get out, even if only to Brighouse.
Friday night by the willows
Friday 18th December 2020, 4.35pm (day 3,403)
Another Friday night passes. Not just an ordinary Friday either, but the last working day of 2020, the start of the run-up to Christmas, ‘Mad Friday’, it goes by many names. And here we are, trying to feel human and social while sat by the river looking at the willows, here illuminated by headlights shining from the car park above our heads. It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.
Self-portrait as Zoombie
Thursday 17th December 2020, 1.00pm (day 3,402)
Another day with little to record except my further Zoombification, along with much of the rest of the planet. It’s nearly Christmas, which of course will lead to radical change in the current shape of life. But at least I won’t have any Zoom meetings for two weeks.
Manchester fluddle
Wednesday 16th December 2020, 1.00pm (day 3,401)
My penultimate day in Manchester, 2020. A year which has had fewer such days than expected. How often does the place display its appalling street drainage? I think this is a big contributor to the city’s reputation for wetness.
Watching the game
Tuesday 15th December 2020, 7.05pm (day 3,400)
Bojo the Clown has decreed that it’s OK to get some local entertainment at football grounds that expand beyond just being a pitch in a park somewhere. This gentleman, like the other 85 or so in attendance at Steeton v Brighouse on this Tuesday evening, ponders why the provision of tea, snacks, hell, even maybe a pint of beer or two, would have exposed us all to mass infection in a way that keeping the snack bar closed did not (we assume). Answers on a postcard to 10 Downing Street.
Being 42 