It’s Joe, and his generation, that I feel sorriest for right now. He turns 18 in a few weeks yet is spending this time locked in a room with, or rather without, everyone else. At least he’s still prepared to get out into the landscape now and again: here, on Brown Wardle Hill, above Whitworth in Lancashire.
Of course, this is not a model, it is a real landscape above the (awkwardly-named) town of Penistone, in South Yorkshire. But though there area actually two large turbines to the right, it sure looks to me like one is the shadow of the other, cast on the backcloth of a diorama built in a shoe box, or something. And the patchwork of frost and field, the general graininess of the picture…. seems fake to me. Perhaps there is a model railway below, just out of shot.
Can’t say I see a great deal to disapprove of with wind farms, and certainly not offshore ones. Picture taken from the Cumbrian coast line, not far out of Workington and heading for Carlisle: one of the most scenic railways, not just in Britain but the world — I do not exaggerate — and for the first time today, I managed to do the whole of it, from Lancaster round to Carlisle. Sit on the left-hand side if doing it in that direction.
Oh yeah, and Brighton were promoted to the Premiership today. I don’t have any photos of that: I just thought I would mention it…
“All wind is made by wind farms.” (From Andy Riley, Great Lies to Tell Small Kids)
Looked to the left between Littleborough and Smithy Bridge stations, on my train commute into Manchester, and went into a sudden spasm of photographic ecstasy. Definitely one of the better pictures I have ever taken from a train moving at full speed.
Moody skies are the linking feature of this weekend’s shots. Is it autumn already? Taken from the beer garden of the Hare and Hounds pub, and looking generally westwards.
Mist in Yorkshire this morning, clear skies in Lancashire, with this photo taken almost right on the border between the two, up on the Long Causeway, above Todmorden. I know I did wind turbines 12 days ago, but it’s impossible to resist returning to the theme.
Being 42 