Maritime Museum...

Licensed today: the Maritime Museum in Hull (originally the dock offices, built in 1871)...

West Stockwith...

West Stockwith is where the Rivers Trent and Idle connect with the Chesterfield Canal. This is the canal basin and the Waterfront Inn, where I had a beer last night...

The old man...

Busy sorting books today - bookshelf, charity shop or landfill - and came across a bookmark in Cassell’s Humorous Quotations. The book opened at one of my favourite quotes from Mark Twain… “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years”. That’s just wonderful, on so many levels. The book is in my bookcase, with the bookmark intact.

Licensed today: the Civic, an arts and leisure centre in Barnsley...

Layering...

I glanced at an article on the Guardian website, and learned that, in terms of fashion, 'layering' means 'combining items you already own'. What... going through your wardrobe and picking out items of clothing to wear? What a novel idea! So I'm layering this morning: combining a pair of trousers, a T-shirt and a fleece... accessorising with a belt and beanie hat. It feels good to be fashionable.

Licensed today: a rather uninspiring pic of the Mortal Man pub in Troutbeck...

Abersoch...

Another river, the Soch, at Abersoch, Llyn Peninsular, North Wales... licensed today...

Barmby Barrage...

Just starting to see sales of pix taken this summer, around Asselby and East Yorkshire. This is the River Derwent, taken from the barrage at Barmby on the Marsh...

For the Record...

To buy and read David Cameron’s lengthy memoire, I would have to be very, very bored, and have no other use whatsoever for the £25 it would cost. According to a review in the Observer, ‘there are lengthy tracts of self-justification as he relitigates every controversy of his career before almost invariably coming to the conclusion: “I was right”.’ Cameron could - and should - have waited until the country has extricated itself from the existential mess he left it in (and then let, say, another ten or twenty years go by) before putting his thoughts into print. I hope the book sells so badly that most of the copies will have to be pulped.

Licensed last week: a limestone kiln in Lancashire...