Well, it was quite nice for a day or two. It didn’t last. This picture was chosen for today, in part, because Clare insisted I not use the one of her putting on her slippers, but nevertheless this does epitomise the day.
Sometimes days slip into the past so quickly: I post this on Sunday morning and couldn’t really tell you very much about what happened on Friday. I worked, basically. And it was cold, still. Although I know that some forty-three hours later, all the snow has gone.
Snow was forecast and duly arrived, though it was hardly a winter apocalypse. It did make the town look good, though. This graveyard sits on the hillside across the valley from my house: it takes a long zoom to pick it out in a photo and, usually it’s all rather brown and unprominent. But I like the way the snow picks out the headstones, like rim-light, almost.
The County Tops project exists so I can find excuses to get about the country, and this won’t be my last trip to South Wales by any means. These lumps of rock and grass will get me back again: these slopes eventually culminate in Pen y Fan (its summit obscured by mist in this shot), highest of the Brecon Beacons and the highest point anywhere in the country south of Snowdonia. I was just driving past today, though — it can wait.
Another low-contrast kind of day, spent at home working, little to see other than what the local landscape, weather and birdlife allow. In the end, this was the day’s best combination of those factors.
This is a totally crap picture, but it epitomises the day, entirely. The sunshine of Boxing Day was not sustained. We left Dundee at about 9am, I gritted my teeth and drove, and we staggered into Morecambe at about 2pm — an hour longer than it should have taken — battered by high winds, driving rain, surface water, low visibility, the lot. This is taken somewhere in the wilds of the Southern Uplands, in the indefinable watershed country between Tweeddale and Annandale, when I just had to pull over and stop for a few minutes.
Wind is the hardest weather condition of all to capture adequately on camera — but it was very windy today. We will rebuild, however.
Continuing a theme, but why not — this was definitely the nicest thing to be seen today, and it didn’t even require leaving the house.
OK, it’s not much, but the first snow of the season fell on Hebden Bridge while I was out in Blackburn last night. It didn’t last, but here it is. A curiosity: one of the few pictures used to represent a day despite being taken before going to bed the night before; in fact in pure calendar terms this is the earliest ever shot in all the 4,480 days so far. Times on here are rounded to the nearest five minutes, but this does take the award from the previous holder, 27th September 2014, by one minute and twelve seconds: the exact timestamp on this shot is 00:08:03.
I did get better pictures today but none which epitomised the day quite so well. Garth Hill became County Top #2 of the weekend, but the weather on its summit was, to coin a phrase, utter shite. What this chair was doing up there I have no idea but perhaps it had just been blown there from someone’s garden half a mile away. For the full tale of woe see my other blog.
Being 42 