Since I posted on Thursday and mentioned how hot and sunny it was, we have seemed never to be more than three hours away from the next storm. I sheltered from this evening’s one under the tarp that has been graciously stretched over the beer garden at the Fox and Goose; it is from this covering that this raindrop rather attractively descends.
We have never seen our house empty. Not even when we moved in, eighteen years ago: the previous owner sold us all of his furniture along with the house. There is no cellar nor roof void in which to shove things. Therefore, concerted outbreaks of Stuff Management must occasionally punctuate our existence. Clare’s the specialist. But then again she’s a bigger hoarder than me.
Today is also proof also that I do still function, at least photographically, in the morning. This is the first pre-noon post since 10th July; a run of 18 consecutive afternoon shots.
On a day when the rain came down so hard we were in some danger of flooding again, it’s nice to have some escapism thanks to the Picture House showing Goldfinger. How cool is Connery in this role? Male or female, you surely cannot but want to be him. And as was the case the last time this place did a Bond tribute, the ones up front look pretty cool too.
The post title has a double meaning. ‘Back in time’ because Palmerston Park in Dumfries is a very old-school football ground, particularly at this, the Terregles Street end. The brickwork! The pylons! I doubt this scene would have looked a great deal different in the 1950s.
‘Back in time’ also because the weather is like February here…. no, come to think of it, February was nicer than this at times. This photo is taken in conditions of around 14ºC and teeming rain. The thought that over the last week, the UK might have experienced its hottest ever day, was laughable at this point.
This somewhat alarming example of the taxidermist’s ‘art’ was on display at the flea market in Hebden Bridge this afternoon. So many questions are begged I am not sure I know where to start. The rather evil-looking rodent descending from top left raises its own issues, too.
Infrastructurally, politically, the country moves inexorably to a state of meltdown, but hey, let’s at least enjoy the sunshine while it lasts.
This blog (and my general sanity) depends on a steady drip-feed of new places to explore and photograph. This place is one of the weirder ones: Milton Keynes, the new city built from the 1960s on, and now a very strange mix of comfortable suburbia and stark brutalist architecture that looks to me like I expect Pyongyang, North Korea to look. This is particularly true around the railway station, which is to my right as I took this shot (but architecturally is much the same).
I may be coming back more times in the future if a work collaboration comes to fruition, but if I do, I will need to find ways to get my head around Milton Keynes…. at the moment it just confuses me.
More travel woes. I wanted to travel from Hebden Bridge to London this afternoon. I was meant to arrive in London at 5pm. You can look at the time and location of this photo and appreciate straight away that things did not quite go according to plan. And journeys from Hebden Bridge to London shouldn’t go anywhere near Birmingham. I finally got to London at 8pm, three hours late. On a minute-per-kilometre basis, this was actually a worse performance than easyJet.
Graduation fortnight is over, the school holidays have started, and campus was blissfully quiet today. It would be lovely if it stayed like this forever; but we have about seven weeks.
These two have clearly had a very good weekend. And so have I.
Being 42 