Friday, 8 December 2017

Bramhope Tunnel...

Licensed this pic today: the memorial to the 24 men who died while constructing the Bramhope Tunnel, on the Harrogate railway line. The monument, a faithful replica of the tunnel’s northern entrance, with crenellated towers, is in Otley churchyard…




Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Fine dining...

Stopped for a snack at another lay-by diner; made out of a shipping container, it has an air of permanence. Instead of racist banter they had a baffling menu. I didn’t ask what a ‘Spam Tower’ was, and settled instead for a crispy bacon sandwich and a mug of tea. I’m a big fan of these roadside caf├ęs. They’re cheap, cheerful and serve generous portions; best of all there’s no dress code…

A great little pub, at the scruffy end of town: the Whalebone, Hull...


Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Kate Rusby...

Had a couple of days in Sunny Halifax, seeing Helen, other chums and Kate Rusby, who was appearing at the Victoria Theatre. None of us were aware that it was a Christmas show… until we saw the life-sized Rudolph the Reindeer on the stage. No problem; Christmas carols represent the acceptable face of the festive season, and Kate - and her band - rattled through a repertoire of (mostly) lesser-known carols and Christmas songs (though three different versions of While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night was probably two versions too many). Some of the songs were augmented by a brass section, which helped to provide a Christmassy ambience. The band came back for an encore, all dressed up for a nativity scene; Kate, with wings and a halo, was the archangel Gabriel.

It was a very enjoyable evening, though I wish she’d just sing the songs and forget about the between-song banter, which isn’t very funny or interesting. She’s long been a purveyor of unamusing anecdotes, which just kill the moods which the songs evoke; it’s a shame that no one told her, years ago, to concentrate on what she does best…

Choir in the Piece Hall, Halifax... raising money for Overgate Hospice...


Sunday, 3 December 2017

Breakfast...

Stopped for breakfast at my favourite provider of tea, bacon sandwiches and mildly racist banter, who operates from a van parked in a lay-by between Skipton and Keighley. The flag of St George hanging limply above the van is a code to inform the traveling public that salty language is acceptable - even encouraged - and that no conversational topic, no matter how misogynistic, is off-limits…

Saturday, 2 December 2017

The Maritime Experience...

I wasn’t sure if sales in 2017 would match 2016, but November ended well and December started even better. The 16 pix licensed yesterday represents my best haul for one day, and gives me hope for buoyant sales in 2018…

Another shot from Hartlepool...


Friday, 1 December 2017

Session...

In Knaresborough last night. It was good to be in a cosy little pub, while the snow was whipping around outside, and some local musicians were having a session...


Thursday, 30 November 2017

Snow...

Woke up this morning, in Scarborough, to find the first snowfall of winter. It was quite a surprise. I should have stayed where I was a while longer, because the road out of town was full of lorries and cars going nowhere. I managed to find a pull-in; better to get some writing done than just stare blankly at the traffic gridlock...

Sailing in the docks at Hartlepool...