Monday 6th July 2015, 3.50pm (day 1,411)
Looks like the sale’s been working, but they’re sure dragging it out. Going purely on this blog, there’s no proof this jeweller ever doesn’t have a sale, in fact.
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Mac hospital
Monday 13th April 2015, 11.15am (day 1,327)
Rather dull and corporate I know, but it epitomised my day. Still, the Mac is fixed again after only a short time out, and for free, so thank you Apple.
Hat shop, Haworth
Sunday 11th January 2015, 2.15pm (day 1,235)
We went to Haworth for a Sunday out but the weather was pretty foul so it was a day to spend time indoors. Nobody wanted a hat, particularly. But check out the freaky eyes on this dummy.
Clare and Joe in Argos
Sunday 26th January 2014, 1.00pm (day 885)
Not that I typically do this retail therapy crap. But sometimes, needs must. Joe tries to make out he’s taking an interest.
Apothecary, Haworth
Monday 26th August 2013, 2.35pm (day 732)
I was born on 26/8/69, so today was my 44th birthday. It was thrice blessed, being also a public holiday in the UK, and finally, a hot and sunny late summer’s day. We went to Haworth – as indeed did about ten thousand other tourists, but somehow the place seems to fit them all in without collapsing into some kind of over-commercialised netherworld; I like Haworth, in fact. Of course one cannot escape the Brontë references, even in this store, though the present owners are almost apologetic in pointing out that the main contribution it makes to literary history is that it’s the place where Bramwell Brontë once bought his opium.
Poundfield Stores, Crowborough, Sussex
Friday 26th July 2013, 11.10am (day 701)
Once in a while you will get a photo on here that is posted not for artistic merit (though I don’t mind this shot in that regard, I think it captures the small and prosaic nature of this establishment), but just because it means something to me. This trip to Sussex has been undertaken partly because I wanted to go and have a nose around the places where I lived when I was a child, until 1988 when I left aged about 19, these being the town of Crowborough in Sussex and the nearby village of Rotherfield. I could bore you with how it all felt but there’s not a lot of point, you’ve never been there and it’s not, to tell the truth, the most exciting part of the world although it is a very pretty one.
The reason this photo is here is because of all the places I expected to have disappeared, this was the most unexpected survivor; my old neighbourhood store. Seeing this place and going in to buy sweets (and I did, well, a Bounty Bar anyway) really did make me feel like I was 10 years old again. It’s not called ‘Mace’ any more but long may it last.
‘January’ sales
Friday 28th December 2012, 4.05pm (day 491)
Well, that’s what we call them isn’t it, even when the smallest independent retailer leaps in well before January to bring us the bargains. Actually I suspect it has always been that way.
Oh. Joy.
Monday 24th September 2012, 5.10pm (day 396)
Many Hebden Bridge shops that have been closed since the double floods of 22nd June and 9th July are just about getting ready to reopen. But, after three weeks of relatively dry weather, it’s been raining all day again and the rivers are very high. Christ, I hope it doesn’t flood again or some of these shops will probably never re-open. These don’t look the most adequate flood defences in the world.
Empty clothes shop
Wednesday 25th April 2012, 8.45am (day 244)
I’m sure there was a functioning shop here the last time I looked (which was probably last week some time). But its gone now. Reflections on a shot are normally annoying, but here they don’t harm it, I think. You get a double dose of the photographer as well, if you look carefully.
Today is the eight-month point of the blog, which means I am two-thirds of the way through my intended project – to take and post a representative picture for every day of the year.
Being 42 