Sunday 29th December 2019, 12.35pm (day 3,048)
‘Twas the day of the annual family gathering at my parents’. Perhaps one of these days soon my Mum will allow someone else to take on the principal role at such events, but it hasn’t happened yet.
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1380′ above sea level
Saturday 28th December 2019, 10.05am (day 3,047)
The little peak rising to the right has no official name but stands at 1380 feet above sea level and counts as a Wainwright, hence why I sought to climb it. If you have no idea what ‘a Wainwright’ is, see my other blog. This was the 61st out of the 63 that I turn out to have rebagged this year.
The Lune at Glasson (as oil painting)
Friday 27th December 2019, 11.15am (day 3,046)
Glasson, out on the Lune estuary a couple of miles from Lancaster, has featured three times on the blog now and each of these has been taken in the last week of December — indicating that it’s a nice place to come and hang out when seeing out Christmas at the in-laws. Melancholy though, in late December. There was so little light today I tried cranking up the ISO setting very high to try to compensate, and shots taken during this period ended up with this grainy, blurry look which I decided was not all that bad. Like this one, the reeds look like think brushstrokes of paint, and there’s something about the boat which resembles a painting more than a photograph. That’s my excuse anyway.
Casualty of mud
Thursday 26th December 2019, 2.15pm (day 3,045)
This scooter is currently lying a dozen yards offshore in the muddy wastes of the banks of the River Lune. I fear it is lost, soon to become an archaeological relic, a fossil perhaps [yes, I’m aware this cannot happen with inorganic material]. You do wonder about the story behind these things, but as with the car crash in Wales two weeks ago, perhaps it is better not to enquire too deeply.
Heptonstall Road, Christmas Day
Wednesday 25th December 2019, 1.05pm (day 3,044)
This is the blog’s ninth Christmas Day, golly. It’s nice to get out and take the air on these days if the weather allows, and, counting back, four of these 25th Decembers have been marked with shots of the outside world and not just some poultry remnants. This shot is taken pretty close to that on 25/12/12, looking west from Sandy Lane, above the Nutclough Woods and towards one of my home town’s unusual architectural sites. Happy Christmas to you all, whether you celebrated it, however you spent it.
Five geese
Tuesday 24th December 2019, 11.05am (day 3,043)
These geese entered my viewfinder then began all lining up at the side of the canal for no reason I could establish for a minute or two. Then I realised they were getting to the side because a narrowboat was coming down. So these guys/geese are probably just looking irritated because they had to shuffle out of the way. Still, it could be worse — many of their relatives will be on dinner plates tomorrow.
Rudolf does his thing
Monday 23rd December 2019, 10.00am (day 3,042)
More Christmas decoration, this time our annual harvesting of one of the house’s copious collection of sheep skulls for the usual Gothic effect. I spent all day at home working, but now I’m done. Christmas, whatever that means or represents — here we are.
Sunday before Christmas
Sunday 22nd December 2019, 4.45pm (day 3,041)
‘Tis the Sunday before Christmas, and by now it is obligatory for every commercial establishment to have decorated somehow. But so be it — our decorations are up at home as well.
Cougar Park
Saturday 21st December 2019, 3.25pm (day 3,040)
I have been to, and photographed, 75 football matches so far in 2019 (with probably one more to come), but I have begun sparing you the actual action shots on here for fear of monotony. But you can have this one, as I like the way the stand roof splits off the landscape above. This is Cougar Park, usually full of rugby league fans (a strange bunch…), but, for the remainder of this season anyway, the football tenants are Steeton FC, here in green: visitors Prestwich Heys were the winners today, 3-1.
Pigeon battalion
Friday 20th December 2019, 1.20pm (day 3,039)
A veritable battalion of pigeons, in tidy military formation (well, most of them), line up on the roof of the White Swan for the next instalment in the ongoing pigeon/duck war. Recent infiltrations must have provided promising intelligence. The person in the hat walks over the bridge all indifferent, but I have been observing.
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