This being a British summer, the balmy heat of Wednesday and Thursday has gone, and it’s raining again. It will do this until it feels like being different.
Old Town sits on the hills to the north of Hebden Bridge. In Christopher Saxton’s atlas of 1579, the first atlas of England and Wales ever published, it’s called The Old towne…. so it’s been around for a while.
A cloudscape, of sorts. Or is it an interior? The collage effect is caused by this being taken from inside (inside Halifax bus station, as it happens); the upper section is a reflection in an angled window. But how the clouds then cover the strip to to right — hmmm, I haven’t quite worked that one out yet.
Looking at this evening’s sky, you don’t have to be a professional meteorologist to confidently predict that a downturn in the weather might be forthcoming.
On a day spent entirely at home, marking — at least there’s always the view over the town to provide some photographic inspiration. Of course, it didn’t really look this gloomy at 3pm on this December Monday. Or did it?
With mare’s-tails spread all over the sky and a circumzenithal arc showing off the ice crystals in the upper atmosphere… I think the recent warm weather might be coming to an end. Still, that’s an English June for you.
Sat in a room all day listening to people talk, so not the most exciting day photographically. But the cathedral in Zagreb is an imposing presence so gave me something more interesting to point my camera at. Rebuilt in the late 19th century after the old one was damaged in an earthquake.
…or at ten-to-four on a Friday afternoon, anyway. But not “shepherds’ delight” because an hour or so after this it started snowing. Unphotographed, but the first of the winter, round here.
And so, the journey home — deliberately done away from motorways, and rest stops, and all that crap. It took a couple of hours longer than it did on Thursday, but it was infinitely more relaxing, and hey, here is the English countryside, in all its rape-flower-coloured spring plumage. Taken just outside the village of Heckington, somewhere in the wilds of Lincolnshire.
And as I said I would do 11 different places in 11 days, here they were: Manchester, Wolverhampton, Lancaster, Morecambe, the Solway Firth, Haworth, Hebden Bridge, Markham Moor, Cambridge, King’s Lynn, Heckington. These things keep me happy.
Taken on campus; there is almost no green space there, but if you point your camera up at a high enough angle, you can occasionally get shots of trees with no buildings behind…
A lovely day in many ways, until being exposed to the news. Anyway… this reservoir supplies the village where the rest of my immediate family live. Presumably if there are fish in there, the filtration system stops them getting into the pipes.
