I like it. I don't know why. Spotted it on my walk this morning. 49 is a house, I think.
Friday, 16 November 2007
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Friday, 9 November 2007
On a trip to York, the first thing that catches my eye as I leave the station is the statue of a Victorian gentleman. I had always imagined that this was George Hudson, the so-called railway King. But it turns out to be George Leeman, Chairman of the NER, MP and Lord Mayor of York three times.
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Monday, 29 October 2007
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
Looking back over the past nine months of this blog there must be dozens of pictures of the Crematorium that Amy and I walk through most days. There are enough seasonal photos amongst them to easily produce a calendar. "A Year In The Huddersfield Crematorium", I can see it now on the Christmas shop shelves.
At this time of year it is easy to lose Amy, our soft-coated wheaten terrier. The gold and brown leaves provide perfect cover. Sometimes she will stand perfectly still and you need to screw your eyes up looking for her. And then a squirrel will climb a tree and she is off like the wind and the leaves fly into the sky as she leaps towards her pray. Unsuccessfully I am glad to say.
Dave came around for some photos for his new bus pass the other day. Couldn't help including this in the batch. We decided we would pin it up in the pub and ask for suitable slogans. The best so far is : "Dave realised he had probably made a mistake in going to that new Taliban shop when he decided to have a make-over".