Wednesday 2nd July 2014, 8.40am (day 1,042)
You knew the Tour de France was coming past the front door of my house on Sunday afternoon, right? Well, if not, you do now.
You knew the Tour de France was coming past the front door of my house on Sunday afternoon, right? Well, if not, you do now.
I can’t be the first parent to reach the point in their life at which they suddenly realise their child will be at secondary school next year. Blimey.
Because of this we were invited to an open evening at one of the local high schools tonight. Bearing all this in mind the obvious symbolism of this shot is unfair. But I like the counterposition of the words with that bruised sky above, one of the more dramatic evenings of recent weeks.
Another little corner of town. No symbolic intent, I just like the aesthetics of the shot. This has been the most Hebden Bridge-bound passage of the blog, since mid-June. However, I’ve finished the first draft of the book, am having two weeks off and travelling a great deal more over the next month. So perhaps the arrow does have a symbolic meaning after all.