Thursday 22nd December 2016, 11.00am (day 1,946)
“All wind is made by wind farms.” (From Andy Riley, Great Lies to Tell Small Kids)
Making the wind
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: Yorkshire
View over to Heptonstall
Sunday 27th March 2016, 12.40pm (day 1,676)
Easter Sunday, and my entry in the Cheesy Chocolate Box cover shot, 2016. The horses know.
Happy Moo Year
Friday 1st January 2016, 11.35am (day 1,590)
The first morning of 2016 was a rather chilly and grey one but it was still good to drag the family up a nearby hill and then buy them a pub lunch as compensation. Pic taken on the way round; the cow virtually demanding that I work on its close-ups.
Coverdale
Sunday 4th October 2015, 2.05pm (day 1,501)
It is nearly 24 years since I turned up one evening in Yorkshire (10th October 1991) on the assumption it would be another temporary stay. I’m still there. There are reasons for this.
Abandoned farm
Tuesday 21st July 2015, 11.25am (day 1,426)
Estate agents would describe this as ‘in a highly desirable location with a world-class view, but in need of renovation and lacking certain amenities’. In other words it isn’t on a road and doesn’t have mains anything, which is probably why it’s been abandoned for many years. This is Clough Head Farm, off the Widdop road above Hardcastle Crags near Hebden Bridge. I’m still in training for the walk I will begin a week from today.
Handmade Parade 2015
Sunday 7th June 2015, 12.20pm (day 1,382)
You know the score by now I am sure, and in any case had a week’s advance notice of this year’s Handmade Parade in Hebden Bridge. The sun shone and a fine day was had by all.
View from Midgley
Tuesday 17th December 2013, 10.50am (day 845)
Glorious day today. Had to go on a tedious errand to Halifax today but the weather was so nice that I took the opportunity to drive the scenic route home and capture the first real landscape shot to grace the blog for a while.
Palace House Road, Hebden Bridge
Saturday 15th June 2013, 12.40pm (day 660)
I realised today while having 45 minutes to wander around town that in 12 years of living in Hebden Bridge I had never walked up a particular street. So, I did. It looks like this: if one wants it to. (This image is further cropped from the first version after I realised there was a satellite dish on it!)
Get used to the scenery anyway: with only a very few exceptions (six or so), I’m staying in the home town every day for the next five and a half weeks. It hasn’t happened much lately…
Heptonstall and Stoodley Pike, evening
Friday 14th September 2012, 6.55pm (day 386)
Along similar lines to yesterday, in some ways, but still the only really decent photo I took today in an otherwise rather mundane day for pictures. It’s a classic view, and not hard to capture – just head up the A6033 from Hebden Bridge to Pecket Well, towards Haworth, and there it is. The church is in Heptonstall, a village above Hebden Bridge (Sylvia Plath is buried in the churchyard) and there has been a monument on Stoodley Pike for two hundred years. This is the second structure; the first collapsed in 1854. It was originally built to commemorate the end of the Napoleonic Wars in 1815.
Being 42 