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Mar 22 2020
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Daily Post, Family Member, Portrait

The garden must go on

Sunday 22nd March 2020, 2.10pm (day 3,132)

Planting potatoes, 22/3/20

The Greatest Media Panic of All Time does not change the turn of the seasons, at least, not yet. it was time for the little potato people to get into the ground today, where (if past experience is any guide) they will stay in a kind of stasis until this time next year, when we will hopefully dig up about the same number and volume of potatoes to eat. If we get to the other side of this rupture, anyway. Here, Clare and Joe do the work, while I laze in the sun and document it.

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Mar 21 2020
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Daily Post, Transport

Victoria takes a pause

Saturday 21st March 2020, 12.55pm (day 3,131)

Quiet Victoria, 21/3/20

I had to go into Manchester today to pick up some things. This is the 611th photo on this blog that has been taken in the city — but quite possibly the last for some time, unless things change radically. But as you can see, social distancing was maintained. What my feelings are about the steps currently being taken are not relevant here: like I’ve done for the last 3,130 days, I will just do my best to document what I see.

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Mar 21 2020
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Daily Post, Flora/Fauna

Duck couple

Friday 20th March 2020, 8.55am (day 3,130)

Duck couple, 20/3/20

“Where have all the humans gone, duck?”

“I have no idea. But isn’t it quiet. And isn’t the air feeling clean?”

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Mar 19 2020
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Daily Post, Flora/Fauna

Checking up on spring

Thursday 19th March 2020, 4.20pm (day 3,129)

Buds, 19/3/20

We all risk missing spring this year, don’t we. I, however, intend to do my best to keep an eye on its developments. Without a spring, the year will just suck. Well, y’know, even more than it already does.

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Mar 18 2020
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Daily Post, Hebden Bridge, Urban scene

A sign of optimism…

Wednesday 18th March 2020, 2.10pm (day 3,128)

Sign of optimism, 18/3/20

Bloody hell. How quickly did all that happen. How quickly did we let it all happen.

I spent my whole morning working out then posting my professional and academic opinion about the last few days. By the time I’d done that, I was, frankly, freaked out, so had to get out into the town just to see that it was still there, that it had not been consumed by the zombie apocalypse. And I was reassured. But bearing in mind that this poster has been up since a couple of days after the floods of February — then how much more can my home town take. How much more can we all take?

The media are not reality though. Talk to each other, folks.

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Mar 17 2020
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Daily Post, Flora/Fauna

I see little potato people

Tuesday 17th March 2020, 2.30pm (day 3,127)

Little potato people, 17/3/20

So, it’s happened then. Britain is in a state of lockdown. Except maybe it isn’t, maybe it’s all voluntary, because with this government, remember that they don’t really have a clue about anything very much.

Either way I suspect I will be seeing a lot more of Hebden Bridge and home in the next few weeks. Or possibly months. For now I will do my best to keep this blog going, why should it become another victim of this pandemic? But how long I will sustain any creative juices in a world with greatly reduced horizons, I don’t know.

I must already be going slightly crazy, anyway. In these sprouting potatoes (for life, and the garden, must go on) I see little people, sitting in their boxes having a pre-planting natter. Or in the case of the couple to bottom right, a gentle cuddle.

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Mar 17 2020
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Daily Post, Landscape

The healthy option

Monday 16th March 2020, 12.45pm (day 3,126)

Watson's Dodd summit, 16/3/20

I have exhibited no symptoms of viral infection. No one around me has exhibited them either. So I am not locking myself up in my house, not yet. What will be the overall impact on public health of the proposed lockdown (and along the way, creation of a police state)? On mental health, levels of domestic violence and abuse, et cetera? The UK is not the only country launching a massive experiment in depriving tens of millions of people that they have come to rather like. Maybe it will relieve pressure on the health service. But maybe it won’t.

Anyway this lockdown is not quite yet in operation. Hence, I got outside today, because there may not be many more chances in the next few weeks. This is the summit of Watson’s Dodd, above Thirlmere in the Lake District — behind, the peak of Helvellyn, at 3,117 feet the third-highest mountain in England.

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Mar 15 2020
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Daily Post, Friend, Portrait

John B

Sunday 15th March 2020, 4.50pm (day 3,125)

John B, 15/3/20

Somehow it seems to be a time to say hi to old friends. It’s been a while since Mr B appeared on here.

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Mar 15 2020
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Daily Post, Sport

Acceptable levels of risk

Saturday 14th March 2020, 3.30pm (day 3,124)

Football geezers, 14/3/20

Senior football across the UK was suspended as of yesterday. I, these guys (who have doubtless been coming to the same spot, probably with the same chairs, for decades) and three hundred other people got their fix at AFC Blackpool of the North West Counties league. The crowd included a large number of fans of Sunderland FC who had been due to play in the town this afternoon but could not. Alas, it then also began to include a number of the local idiots who saw here a chance to wind up these visitors free from the distractions of police or stewards. A microcosm of a usual Saturday for various people therefore.

The point is that if this kind of thing isn’t available, then for good or bad, people will go find it where they can. I suspect Britain, and the world, currently needs sport more than it realises.

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Mar 13 2020
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Daily Post, Flora/Fauna

(Clarice) Starling

Friday 13th March 2020, 2.20pm (day 3,123)

Starling, 13/3/20

This was one of those where I worried about whether the focus would be on the bird or on the foliage. But it worked out alright in the end. As a big fan of The Silence of the Lambs I cannot help but call this starling “Clarice”: love the winter plumage, all the same. Nor would I mess with that beak.

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