Friday 28th February 2020, 2.50pm (day 3,109)
I seem to remember praising January 2020 for its weather, and I stand by that. February 2020 on the other hand — that can piss right off, frankly. And this year we get an extra day of it.
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Windsor Road, again
Thursday 27th February 2020, 8.10am (day 3,108)
Windsor Road, with its distinctive steepness and stepped houses, has featured on here before — twice in fact — but not quite as pleasingly as today, thanks to another thin layer of snow in the morning. Third time can be the charm, then.
Rochdale station view
Wednesday 26th February 2020, 2.05pm (day 3,107)
I’ve not been venturing very far from home in the last two weeks and this is a state of affairs that is due to continue for a while. I offer this view from Rochdale station as today’s pic, not for any particular reason, I just like the arrangement of the various lines and slopes. And the snow’s still around, as you see.
Tony
Tuesday 25th February 2020, 5.55pm (day 3,106)
This picture is out of focus, yes — but it is as good a portrait as I can offer of this particular friend, on this day. I have had a run of portraits recently, but the weather is so crappy outside that it seems best to concentrate on things close to hand.
First (and possibly last) snowfall of the winter
Monday 24th February 2020, 10.05am (day 3,105)
The first snow I’ve seen anywhere since 1st February last year, and that didn’t make the blog, so today’s shot is the first white stuff to be depicted since 22/1/19. And, as on that day, this covering was ephemeral. By mid-afternoon, all was gone — possibly for another year? I suspect not; since my ‘first day of spring’ moment on the 1st in Bucharest, February has deteriorated considerably.
By the high river
Sunday 23rd February 2020, 11.30am (day 3,104)
The ducks seem collectively uninterested in whatever bounty the gentleman has brought. With the river high and the weather remaining grim, maybe they’re just fed up with it and mildly worried — like the rest of us.
In Vill we trust
Saturday 22nd February 2020, 3.30pm (day 3,103)
Spent the Saturday in the same kind of place I spend most Saturdays, and the same will be true of these guys seeing as they are the first team coach (Stacy Reed, left) and manager (Vill Powell) of Brighouse Town FC. And as this has become my favoured local team — i respect the work of both.
Incidentally it’s interesting that the various face auto-recognition algorithms in play on my Mac spot one of these faces but not the other. Photos suggests I tag Powell’s face, but not Reed’s: Facebook is the reverse…
Isaac sings
Friday 21st February 2020, 8.15pm (day 3,102)
A night out, in the company of (for a change) Joe, who wanted to see one of his former schoolmates, Isaac Hughes-Dennis, perform his songs in the Fox & Goose pub. And well worth the walk it was. I am no great judger of musical talent (if I was, I’d be richer) but it has to be said that for a 17 year old he sure knows how to do his thing. Raw material still but he could make it. If he does, we in Hebden saw him first.
80s music joke
Thursday 20th February 2020, 10.00am (day 3,101)
If you don’t get the reference, then clearly you were born after 1985 or thereabouts. Courtesy of the laundry arrangements of the friend who put me up last night.
Caravans (the horror)
Wednesday 19th February 2020, 9.45pm (day 3,100)
I honestly cannot think of a solution to the problem of holiday accommodation that I would less rather entertain than a caravan. At least a tent can be carried around on one’s back, and doesn’t tie you to spending your holiday driving a car around while it’s attached to one of these lumbering beasts. Caravans — no! But there’s clearly a market for them in Worksop…
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