Sunday 13th September 2015, 10.40am (day 1,480)
The hair of the woman on the left, lit by the weak sun behind, was what caught my eye on this one, but I like the face of the other stallholder too.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: St George’s Square
At the farmers’ market
Sunday 19th April 2015, 12.10pm (day 1,333)
Well, you can see from the labels what these guys do. And they do it very well. One of my more catatonic days today — but I shopped, and to good effect I think. One third of my way through the second thousand photos.
Free hugs
Sunday 1st June 2014, 4.15pm (day 1,011)
How very Hebden Bridge. Welcome to June.
Drumming puppet, St George’s Square
Sunday 27th April 2014, 11.35am (day 976)
Uneventful day — not much to see, not much going on. I liked this busker’s approach to his craft however, so this can be the second musically themed picture of the weekend.
Outside ‘Innovation’
Friday 14th March 2014, 3.30pm (day 932)
The signboard puts me in mind that these two are Withnail and I on their 40-year reunion trip, returning to where they demanded cake, and fine wine, the finest wines available to humanity.
Toddling, St. George’s Square
Sunday 8th December 2013, 11.40am (day 836)
Offered up purely for the cute vote….
St George’s Square, late at night
Thursday 3rd May 2012, 10.55pm (day 252)
This is the main square in the centre of Hebden Bridge. You have seen it before (like on March 18th and March 6th, for example), but not this late at night. Then again you’ve seen very little of things this late at night, because I am not much of a dirty stop-out. Tonight was an exception: we went to the cinema.
Spring Sunday in town
Sunday 18th March 2012, 1.30pm (day 206)
Beautiful day today, a proper spring Sunday. Lots of activity in the town square, including this busker and then there’s the kid on the right auditioning for his part in the local version of We Need To Talk About Kevin. All fairly normal for Hebden Bridge.
Hebden Bridge, 100 years ago
Tuesday 6th March 2012, 8.40am (day 194)
Actually, it’s this morning: and it was a beautiful one. But I liked this photo because there’s nothing in it that suggests the modern day. Well, there’s one exception, perhaps – see if you can spot it.
Being 42 