Day 39 – 365 / February 8th 2015 These are the Cat Steps. They lead from the bottom of the valley just outside Brighouse up to the Hove Edge area. There are 120 of them. I know because, as we climbed them today whilst walking the mutts, I counted them. They are very old, made…
Day 38 – 365
Day 38 – 365 / February 7th 2015 This is what happens when you take two mutts for their walkies. Maggie The Mini Schnauzer, our eight year old, is seen here attempting to tangle Sarah up in her lead. And managing to do so rather well, I think you’ll agree. Elphie The Mini Schnauzer Puppy…
Day 37 – 365
Day 37 – 365 / February 6th 2015 Books. I love books. The design of the covers; the typography and layout of each page; the feel of the paper, the sharpness of the edges of a new paperback; the dust jackets of a hardback. I love the brief synopsis on the rear covers; the potted…
Day 36 – 365
Day 36 – 365 / February 5th 2015 Have you spotted a recurring theme in the 36 images thus far in my project? Of course you have, you’re sharp eyed and intelligent. Several, well, maybe more, of my images feature Bradford City FC – my beloved City. It is something that I have cared about,…
Day 35 – 365
Day 35 – 365 / February 4th 2015 Surely you know what this is, don’t you? This is a picture of part that hangs in our orangery and was a gift from our daughter. She bought it for us simply because she knows we enjoy the words it carries. Many of you will recognise the…
Day 34 – 365
Day 34 – 365 / February 3rd 2015 Another image from our evening walk with the mutts for you today. I spotted these pieces of fur or fluff laying on the grass. They looked, to me, to resemble a pair of angel’s wings. This is the exact way I found them, no artistic manipulation at…
Day 33 – 365
Day 33 – 365 / February 2nd 2015 With today’s image I am treating you all a to view of my work boots. A fine pair of boots, these are. Thick soled, steel toed and insanely comfortable to wear all day. Sadly, though, because I occasionally have to crawl around while working low down on…
Day 32 – 365
Day 32 – 365 / February 1st 2015 You may recall the art installation “Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red” that was on display to such dramatic and poignant effect last year at the Tower of London. The sight of 888,246 ceramic poppies flowing out from the Tower and filling the moat was incredibly…
Day 31 – 365
Day 31 – 365 / January 31st 2015 Fresh from my beloved Bradford City’s glorious and majestic performance on the Stamford Bridge pitch of Chelsea last Saturday, we played at our home, Valley Parade, this afternoon. Our previous few home games had been played on a pitch that looked heavy and muddy in certain areas….
LR#23: “The Iron Necklace” by Giles Waterfield
Regrettably…well, that’s never a good word to start any statement with, is it? But, regrettably, this book became the third in an unwelcome hat-trick of books that I didn’t get on with. Following on from “Orkney Twilight” and “A Place Called Winter”, I was fearing the worst as I began this book. I wanted to…
LR#24: “The Silence of the Sea” by Yrsa Sigurðardóttir
A fab read, intelligently written and well paced. A cracker. A luxury yacht sets sail from Lisbon with three crew members and a family of four on board. It is not seen or heard from again until it crashes into Reykjavik harbour; its crew and passengers are not on board. Thóra Gudmundsdóttir, a lawyer, is…
Day 30 – 365
Day 30 – 365 / January 30th 2015 Anyone who knows me will tell you that I adore Nigella. That’s Nigella Lawson just in case you don’t know. There’s just something about her. She’s fab and ace and wonderful. She looks fantastic, is a pretty handy cook and was impeccable in her manner during the…
Day 29 – 365
Day 29 – 365 / January 29th 2015 Tonight Sarah and I helped out at Leeds With The Homeless. We were both quite nervous of what would happen and of the people, volunteers and the homeless, that we would meet. But it was an incredible experience and we were made to feel very welcome and…
Day 28 – 365
Day 28 – 365 / January 28th 2015 We Brits are incapable of carrying on a normal life when, on those rare occasions, it snows. Apparently. Tonight, in the process of moving bibs and bobs from the outside storage area to get to the snow shovel and rock salt, I came across an old deck…
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