Saturday 9th June 2018, 4.30pm (day 2,480)
A wholly uneventful weekend. These were not even my cocktails.
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The usual suspects
Friday 20th April 2018, 6.30pm (day 2,430)
As it was on Wednesday, so it was tonight. April 2018 in the UK skipped over spring entirely and went from winter to high summer. A Friday evening, the sun was out, the usual suspects were in attendance.
Transition (grey to blue)
Wednesday 18th April 2018, 4.35pm (day 2,428)
Sledgehammer symbolism it may be but anyone living in most of the UK today observed that we transitioned rather suddenly from winter into full-on spring. And it’s forecast to stay. On such a day, let us use the Railway as a bridge.
A nice day also to mark the 2,000th picture on this blog taken in the UK. If Cambridge Analytica find it significant that I have spent 82.37% of my time over that period in my home country — there you go, I’ve saved them the bother of doing the maths.
My cousin Steve (in his pub)
Thursday 22nd February 2018, 7.15pm (day 2,373)
My extended family has not featured much on this blog, so let’s compensate for that, and thank my cousin Steve (my father’s sister’s son) for his hospitality tonight at both his home and business — the Dovecote Inn, Capel, Kent, with its fine beer and monstrous portions of tasty food (free advertising….). Cheers!
On a Sunday afternoon walk
Sunday 28th January 2018, 3.45pm (day 2,348)
“Come on a walk, they said. Lots of balls and squirrels to chase, they said. Hmmph. This don’t match my idea of fun. There aren’t even any crisps to eat.”
Mr Grey
Tuesday 23rd January 2013, 6.30pm (day 2,343)
What can I say? It’s Tuesday. I spent the day sat on my arse grading student papers. It’s pub night…
….and so is the Railway
Tuesday 26th December 2017, 3.20pm (day 2,315)
Oh dear, pubs two days in a row. Well, it is Christmas. I need a break. An apposite way of recalling that this place, along with the rest of Hebden Bridge town centre, was under six feet of water two years ago today: this year’s was a rather less eventful Boxing Day, fortunately.
Yes, the Blue Pig is open….
Monday 25th December 2017, 11.45am (day 2,314)
A dull, non-festive shot? My apologies, but yes. Nevertheless to find the Blue Pig open as we went past it towards the end of our Christmas morning exercise walk was a great Christmas bonus. This pub, run entirely by volunteers, is like Brigadoon, sometimes it’s there, more often, it’s not.
I managed to not document anything particularly ‘Christmassy’ about the day but then again seeing as it was mild enough to sit and drink a beer outside by the river, it didn’t particularly feel like it today and I get bored with all these cliches anyway. Either way… hope you enjoyed your version of the day, whatever you did with it.
The last (real) Friday of 2017
Friday 22nd December 2017, 6.30pm (day 2,311)
The last working week of the year comes to an end. Every year, semester 1 is like a marathon. Sometimes I reach the end delirious and hyper. 2017 is not one of those years. Right now I feel utterly fatigued, just grateful to have reached this point without any significant loss of faculties. It would be good to slumber through the next eleven days to tell the truth — but I can’t, there are festive duties to perform of course. But that doesn’t mean I have to think much about them; that’s the good news.
Gareth outside the pub
Sunday 3rd December 2017, 5.00pm (day 2,292)
Not an eventful day today (and don’t expect one tomorrow, either). It was either this pic of Gareth having a fag or some okra. The okra were cute, but let’s go with Gareth.
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