tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043551004122902272024-03-29T03:29:41.564+00:00Salt & LightBased in the World Heritage Site of Saltaire, West Yorkshire, England. jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.comBlogger1298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-4158114091632474822024-03-28T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-28T07:00:00.141+00:00Baildon's Community Garden<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykHyMnxkSI8fvEvXld0ZqqMdB-bK9b_IiWdeuUYMZzE_6DgdgECtdzPKE6VTmoivgUIFlFGYow1fA7c_b_ybqjJg2Y2kIPlVvnYXbzefQxTLJWXSzRuODY8V_Sxc-o6AOICceTuS8ybhgv-E2L6bqT-TOe6POdUde_dlounopfRwR94Tmc8NldhRp4G_N/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2048%2056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykHyMnxkSI8fvEvXld0ZqqMdB-bK9b_IiWdeuUYMZzE_6DgdgECtdzPKE6VTmoivgUIFlFGYow1fA7c_b_ybqjJg2Y2kIPlVvnYXbzefQxTLJWXSzRuODY8V_Sxc-o6AOICceTuS8ybhgv-E2L6bqT-TOe6POdUde_dlounopfRwR94Tmc8NldhRp4G_N/w640-h480/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2048%2056.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I had a drive up to Baildon village centre to look in the carpet shop there. I need to get my entire apartment re-carpeted, once I've redecorated. The existing floor coverings are very stained and dirty as well as not being my style or colours. (I'm not a rust/maroon gal at all!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It was a dull, cold, rainy day but I nevertheless walked up to the Community Garden, which is always a little oasis of calm, colour and texture. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAE1Wo8kaSNGG69KnXN7oNvZ9saT2vTY5W4AXyuM65yWNIn8_VlAE0L8KPDdFGXD_eG58tShyETvV9iD4MlJfFXdr_Dr-V2CG3EAJNPJsVH9J3LOQdMKb8zg80T5-_s86MBCCCI8Af5Tks319JBHKJVvCq_x7Zh7kFq_DdaApLN3DdjjrWOOmpIIxVX-z/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2049%2029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAE1Wo8kaSNGG69KnXN7oNvZ9saT2vTY5W4AXyuM65yWNIn8_VlAE0L8KPDdFGXD_eG58tShyETvV9iD4MlJfFXdr_Dr-V2CG3EAJNPJsVH9J3LOQdMKb8zg80T5-_s86MBCCCI8Af5Tks319JBHKJVvCq_x7Zh7kFq_DdaApLN3DdjjrWOOmpIIxVX-z/w480-h640/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2049%2029.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Swathes of winter flowering heathers bring welcome colour. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfGcYceCeVSUgHyX9m1jpTki_BMy_fNln7kpQD0Zoo_mTeDeu5o6SwR-BHyBbA8JnHeQt4zy5WyG8CxzsKfzTeIzexdESgalzOVvdqouFL-aLv0PqNvU23tQiBKePlbFmfX8_mGI4nW08pcisQh6A4AUcHM9RCwmHBX9hbNmJkKIOn1RqnFXJYFYUfqeg/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2049%2047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1000" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfGcYceCeVSUgHyX9m1jpTki_BMy_fNln7kpQD0Zoo_mTeDeu5o6SwR-BHyBbA8JnHeQt4zy5WyG8CxzsKfzTeIzexdESgalzOVvdqouFL-aLv0PqNvU23tQiBKePlbFmfX8_mGI4nW08pcisQh6A4AUcHM9RCwmHBX9hbNmJkKIOn1RqnFXJYFYUfqeg/w640-h488/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2049%2047.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The gardener and his dog keep an eye on proceedings. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzAYKzrIGqxXZs6LttxgVWtE8IXjrSldg5vvIWCUQNnhLp9cPjbheIuKgIqeZJyGPgzF2HLnYYI_J9vrI0sTQD0xN2Grw7HQ4kyaHt7oB6SzY67gR-jJsz4A_yrSF8HAnhcvoM9eBcfrfjaMQrd3EPbzlHuZ7OhvTZIk16PPf5WyQzaai2YeWe0Yi5Oer/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2050%2030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzAYKzrIGqxXZs6LttxgVWtE8IXjrSldg5vvIWCUQNnhLp9cPjbheIuKgIqeZJyGPgzF2HLnYYI_J9vrI0sTQD0xN2Grw7HQ4kyaHt7oB6SzY67gR-jJsz4A_yrSF8HAnhcvoM9eBcfrfjaMQrd3EPbzlHuZ7OhvTZIk16PPf5WyQzaai2YeWe0Yi5Oer/w640-h480/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2050%2030.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDV3yJshCg0z2pTztvlTK8awd4ODDokLElLWNHLYY5vOgGHMN-EsOJsLBR3AIc2_MY3jvJ5ZHHW5ZsWccJat6tyhQz_ICC-AdOMQgpRdT8vAG2OsLgHDFhX7osgqriVzFSZRPs0yC6JoVbCYiL7yj3NaEaLxF9j6khvPaFsp0oGBgiCl5J-869Z5nSlLX/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2051%2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="880" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDV3yJshCg0z2pTztvlTK8awd4ODDokLElLWNHLYY5vOgGHMN-EsOJsLBR3AIc2_MY3jvJ5ZHHW5ZsWccJat6tyhQz_ICC-AdOMQgpRdT8vAG2OsLgHDFhX7osgqriVzFSZRPs0yC6JoVbCYiL7yj3NaEaLxF9j6khvPaFsp0oGBgiCl5J-869Z5nSlLX/w564-h640/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2051%2013.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Camellias are in flower. These exuberant blooms always look to me like they should be summer flowers, but they brave early spring and are often browned by frosts. Not so this year; they are a little rain battered but mostly looking good. The rich colours are gorgeous. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSwma43JVq_KimWq9RkF6L8nNT43nOB5arTUWUj8WIMchu0n6f7SV8Bl_XAJ5Qbha7wkHlJLz7vrc_yzffuqvJBEEtHO5Z_vJMC9elTuPa03EIGhOnkUg35qAF8uGoiNBxK2jnhuUJSmIIAkxaxwCw_vPLLhazC2KU_Hr_uu1fYZdR_J0joPzRPTbo3N9/s1000/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2051%2035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1000" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSwma43JVq_KimWq9RkF6L8nNT43nOB5arTUWUj8WIMchu0n6f7SV8Bl_XAJ5Qbha7wkHlJLz7vrc_yzffuqvJBEEtHO5Z_vJMC9elTuPa03EIGhOnkUg35qAF8uGoiNBxK2jnhuUJSmIIAkxaxwCw_vPLLhazC2KU_Hr_uu1fYZdR_J0joPzRPTbo3N9/w640-h572/Photo%2025-03-2024,%2014%2051%2035.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-68609749099071729072024-03-26T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-26T07:00:00.138+00:00Signs of Spring<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5niELK1oZhIkfZakUwTEdClVrU1UpQGngO8p4VTevgCeKZ47OnIDa0QQRg9didIjLtZUw1RBoJ-T1PhD9yLnLDWzXR1cEB1gOWBMONZ2sKL0LY28vF_DkC2RXVcGop_RrPMELQyY1VQBWPJ_k5V9xVYFUzYg-tEDJSnDBtp2cfvcGGyaZdsNjvVRHUc1-/s1000/Photo%2019-03-2024,%2015%2024%2042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5niELK1oZhIkfZakUwTEdClVrU1UpQGngO8p4VTevgCeKZ47OnIDa0QQRg9didIjLtZUw1RBoJ-T1PhD9yLnLDWzXR1cEB1gOWBMONZ2sKL0LY28vF_DkC2RXVcGop_RrPMELQyY1VQBWPJ_k5V9xVYFUzYg-tEDJSnDBtp2cfvcGGyaZdsNjvVRHUc1-/w640-h400/Photo%2019-03-2024,%2015%2024%2042.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On most of my outings recently I've been intent on errands: several trips to the local waste tip, visits to DIY stores, car service and MOT (it passed), trip to the opticians (I didn't 'pass'... I've to have laser treatment as a follow-up to the cataract ops I had a few years ago. It's common and no big deal.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Any photos I've taken have been on the hoof, with my phone, but it's pleasing to see signs of spring. We haven't had any real hard frosts lately so the magnolias and camellias are so far relatively unscathed. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-vpuMsczDi0H7MsINw_8B4pHYq79j17BRnHTpuMQAFXTz3FcFBDran7TRM0rISwDk95oa48IsKUis9jetGookB39iHO4hmYmyTNalegPQ9WPymT2AWPvBZGABHlW3e-BIQAEWVObgu2KO-o4Zog7Ncerc8OuE5KOz3qfWu6vI-wyxXoox72pKfOJZjWh/s1000/Photo%2019-03-2024,%2015%2026%2005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-vpuMsczDi0H7MsINw_8B4pHYq79j17BRnHTpuMQAFXTz3FcFBDran7TRM0rISwDk95oa48IsKUis9jetGookB39iHO4hmYmyTNalegPQ9WPymT2AWPvBZGABHlW3e-BIQAEWVObgu2KO-o4Zog7Ncerc8OuE5KOz3qfWu6vI-wyxXoox72pKfOJZjWh/w640-h400/Photo%2019-03-2024,%2015%2026%2005.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlED7ccTgudoO-N5KbBOFppNUaJuIjUpfC_8l8M6MjcYq3YT8dwFxVal3vw9i9H99XALQJ2cu9SglCZBIKNTddJkuLkbPYHpVOmo7a4noNx10A5Ck3_VxeL4fb-Mln0ONU6SoDr0Qmg8VTOSDGJ6VbBDfHCrwIFbxElV-mgrvwVt587Iattlb-ZqaKac1/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2015%2019%2059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="1000" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlED7ccTgudoO-N5KbBOFppNUaJuIjUpfC_8l8M6MjcYq3YT8dwFxVal3vw9i9H99XALQJ2cu9SglCZBIKNTddJkuLkbPYHpVOmo7a4noNx10A5Ck3_VxeL4fb-Mln0ONU6SoDr0Qmg8VTOSDGJ6VbBDfHCrwIFbxElV-mgrvwVt587Iattlb-ZqaKac1/w640-h364/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2015%2019%2059.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-62578182085071284352024-03-24T07:00:00.002+00:002024-03-24T07:00:00.130+00:001774 - 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRDmvM1P51uP3B1rnXCtSFHflP9gFedvsYfCVWJy-7Rg4zTXWF_a6LfBy81Dyie7weWQVEBStCyB15hksFXgYxMnawTU4Ihe657M8B8EKy9RI6r002Tb-NA517gw1PJEZUDIQbnaI3hiDku5oS_xEWtbGEg7BLlDJfXPCrFNUGkdqf02wDssPIEQQMRjV/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2027%2033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRDmvM1P51uP3B1rnXCtSFHflP9gFedvsYfCVWJy-7Rg4zTXWF_a6LfBy81Dyie7weWQVEBStCyB15hksFXgYxMnawTU4Ihe657M8B8EKy9RI6r002Tb-NA517gw1PJEZUDIQbnaI3hiDku5oS_xEWtbGEg7BLlDJfXPCrFNUGkdqf02wDssPIEQQMRjV/w640-h480/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2027%2033.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On Saturday, Bingley celebrated the 250th anniversary of the opening of the famous 5 Rise Locks. From 1774 to 2024 much has changed and yet not a lot has changed. Boats still go up and down in much the same way as they always did. <span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #121212; font-variant-ligatures: common-ligatures; text-align: left;">The canal lock flight </span><span style="color: #121212; font-variant-ligatures: common-ligatures; text-align: left;">is the steepest in the UK and one of the wonders of the nation’s waterways, a feat of 18th century engineering. </span></span><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #121212; font-variant-ligatures: common-ligatures; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When it opened in 1774, about 30,000 people gathered, awestruck, to watch the first boats make the 60ft descent through the five linked locks. </span></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWuL65EVNUY_VDw3h0hw69p67M0fIWZICUe4oQ7xbMyoXf0eUE9Kc4eg_aX7vccnuqN9s_nBstB07gLciBRpwRYsQvpk_ZhvvY_Ts9OS5oQS4KDQxLn3pSugmjQjk_RkoQygD3waBOgqtGg-kAYRLB9rbub98YsrGs2SJKrkfDcvgVdIDLCESzphm1Y6F/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2032%2006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWuL65EVNUY_VDw3h0hw69p67M0fIWZICUe4oQ7xbMyoXf0eUE9Kc4eg_aX7vccnuqN9s_nBstB07gLciBRpwRYsQvpk_ZhvvY_Ts9OS5oQS4KDQxLn3pSugmjQjk_RkoQygD3waBOgqtGg-kAYRLB9rbub98YsrGs2SJKrkfDcvgVdIDLCESzphm1Y6F/w640-h400/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2032%2006.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There probably weren't that number there on Saturday but there were enough folk about to create a nice buzz. It was bitterly cold in the strong wind and drizzled off and on, so not the nicest of days but there was plenty to see and do, from guided walks to learning how to canoe. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNyrnrgQ0U4u-Q-tniiCv-6CSCFMViB-rm8ljK_dJ47CxcJI02qNVadStA_-5ANRJPubbE5Z5udwkqwjDV5qeBUjGmcmXahQEE1IDkpanl7sJQUWgJy0hoOxUmk_mvvJtISMTJn7Cn0XWWDZft1Me_TPhzZPyIjYoiMBGAnKxFWzDcVF9dXylYcNHF8VC/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2049%2021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNyrnrgQ0U4u-Q-tniiCv-6CSCFMViB-rm8ljK_dJ47CxcJI02qNVadStA_-5ANRJPubbE5Z5udwkqwjDV5qeBUjGmcmXahQEE1IDkpanl7sJQUWgJy0hoOxUmk_mvvJtISMTJn7Cn0XWWDZft1Me_TPhzZPyIjYoiMBGAnKxFWzDcVF9dXylYcNHF8VC/w640-h400/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2049%2021.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some of the boats that had intended to be there are stuck further up the canal by damaged lock gates. Nevertheless there was a good line of lovely boats, many selling crafts and other delights. The Pendle Witch sweet shop boat was there (see <a href="https://saltairedaily.blogspot.com/2021/08/pendle-witch-sweets.html">HERE</a>). I had a brief chat with this lovely man (below) who was making dog leads and toys from reclaimed materials. His boat was smart and traditionally painted with 'roses and castles', and he himself had that amiable, weathered look that you see on so many boaters, people generally at ease with themselves and with life. If you take to it (not everyone does) it's a nice, relaxing life on board. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qVpmnQHT9lJbzd0UwAcnoMVQAfqRvi3ceu5kNJCJi8owl2MYPxCQ7TnbaL3fdUWCTyY0XOs-3jL6BYvxvJXP1hlrwv9ZDdvPY8BsmjoTw0miw-bSDqYWIp0udasoW4fmPVV499ZYsPSrKp_A7dKocIOTWUUbwHjYy1b21uKQbaI5PXYMCjI8oh_VA2Ow/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2054%2027.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="1000" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qVpmnQHT9lJbzd0UwAcnoMVQAfqRvi3ceu5kNJCJi8owl2MYPxCQ7TnbaL3fdUWCTyY0XOs-3jL6BYvxvJXP1hlrwv9ZDdvPY8BsmjoTw0miw-bSDqYWIp0udasoW4fmPVV499ZYsPSrKp_A7dKocIOTWUUbwHjYy1b21uKQbaI5PXYMCjI8oh_VA2Ow/w640-h456/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2054%2027.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Another of the boats had some fantastical little sculptures and artworks, again made from found and reclaimed materials. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5v1ZPxQWKDvZQmaeK-_2QbU47n73jnHxuNQ3g-7f40QH-5qRd5Y1geW31xW-8s6CijKggv3sh-4CryBQJNqiClL4s3Xuz9ywFKNmW95tXUueQ0WO2rCgJjickA0YvsU69T_94TnSbVnEh6SgKKQRX0jh5_d2tnLWFY-tRpkAoM2zdM9-UxC3wzu0rlb6/s1000/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2030%2041.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="733" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5v1ZPxQWKDvZQmaeK-_2QbU47n73jnHxuNQ3g-7f40QH-5qRd5Y1geW31xW-8s6CijKggv3sh-4CryBQJNqiClL4s3Xuz9ywFKNmW95tXUueQ0WO2rCgJjickA0YvsU69T_94TnSbVnEh6SgKKQRX0jh5_d2tnLWFY-tRpkAoM2zdM9-UxC3wzu0rlb6/w470-h640/Photo%2023-03-2024,%2014%2030%2041.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-88614808194740668262024-03-22T07:00:00.000+00:002024-03-22T07:00:00.129+00:00Mirrored<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuFJIVXSEWAAER1gemYujV8Gv1Usru0Swmcadri0G4LmerOtdRVOI2rFjPxReYkk78VL8uzsZPEgKdAnkC1Sy1G0493JrNT86mI9N06b7Nqpqnp4FT_ysiFXBPa3gCmVD1qw7yO3pAXnzBKvFmTXOJDS2BbIx2k7kyJPYi8Npjp6Ij-IfkXzcsDLXRjm0/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2016%2032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="703" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuFJIVXSEWAAER1gemYujV8Gv1Usru0Swmcadri0G4LmerOtdRVOI2rFjPxReYkk78VL8uzsZPEgKdAnkC1Sy1G0493JrNT86mI9N06b7Nqpqnp4FT_ysiFXBPa3gCmVD1qw7yO3pAXnzBKvFmTXOJDS2BbIx2k7kyJPYi8Npjp6Ij-IfkXzcsDLXRjm0/w450-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2016%2032.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">One of the houses on Victoria Road has a tiny slice of yard between the house wall and the pavement, boundaried by iron railings. It can't be more than a metre wide but the resident there has filled it with all manner of little objects, pots, chairs, fake flowers and other treasures, including a mirror that - observed from a particular angle - neatly captures the tower of the Victoria Hall. It's all a bit kitsch but oddly pleasing too. </div><br /><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-78079713143859105252024-03-21T07:00:00.002+00:002024-03-21T07:00:00.188+00:00Daffy-down-dilly<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedj2bIzmDyftGRZGV_dXGzLk6B0zpgDKqXNb50mvNAt-Zfkx43JT3XOHLmbNJyNQHntN5n1MOcdQYM0oHCc08KZnXKEZjmEqtr2u9rKhzoB_kG_4Xf1q_DD8WzL5sfv89jZ5Tw5Ci7CZ8lSNEGG10QO3nDoDJ_y0EfBjRcT-3QFhHM5WapzZD0K8wPLhH/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2049%2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedj2bIzmDyftGRZGV_dXGzLk6B0zpgDKqXNb50mvNAt-Zfkx43JT3XOHLmbNJyNQHntN5n1MOcdQYM0oHCc08KZnXKEZjmEqtr2u9rKhzoB_kG_4Xf1q_DD8WzL5sfv89jZ5Tw5Ci7CZ8lSNEGG10QO3nDoDJ_y0EfBjRcT-3QFhHM5WapzZD0K8wPLhH/w640-h480/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2049%2014.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: left;">'<i>Daffy-down-dilly </i></span><i><span style="text-align: left;">has now come to town<br /></span><span style="text-align: left;">With a petticoat green </span><span style="text-align: left;">and a bright yellow gown.'</span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; text-align: left;">Indeed, there were numerous varieties of daffodils in bloom in the little Hirst Wood Nature Reserve, making it all look very cheerful. </span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFgBuQTlZwGPz7Ml-aOEuDrvRYET0aeJ5xZifKfz3FHLX6tsoX1Te5wmlN0O4rN_9YKOyxcz22tzL3Rpi2y1J_teWFeyVw7zuxVHDYDgKaXZjl54KGOdD6_4MOuGKAaA3MKCdfs2otKEXuShYYo7i-XajRxf69wlkiQrd4F0uKUkYRQZH2AvCstQpQXn8/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2053%2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFgBuQTlZwGPz7Ml-aOEuDrvRYET0aeJ5xZifKfz3FHLX6tsoX1Te5wmlN0O4rN_9YKOyxcz22tzL3Rpi2y1J_teWFeyVw7zuxVHDYDgKaXZjl54KGOdD6_4MOuGKAaA3MKCdfs2otKEXuShYYo7i-XajRxf69wlkiQrd4F0uKUkYRQZH2AvCstQpQXn8/w640-h480/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2053%2020.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbO9xC0VxxbKduEQD1A4HwDbx9kjoGJrNajRzsri5A8CmKlTVV3mxhoYR-s8LS6nNKpzD1yy60l6kQPZB0iFDIyfOhfQvlNuNKOZjThFi-MLxKfrmiciUjQFZ6yBf4BqAkli5Q2jD-mJnuiTkv9NKBE7rGnWaM89tFpZIOi-r1V1wn81Bxxh88c3lqvk5/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2051%2047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="1000" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbO9xC0VxxbKduEQD1A4HwDbx9kjoGJrNajRzsri5A8CmKlTVV3mxhoYR-s8LS6nNKpzD1yy60l6kQPZB0iFDIyfOhfQvlNuNKOZjThFi-MLxKfrmiciUjQFZ6yBf4BqAkli5Q2jD-mJnuiTkv9NKBE7rGnWaM89tFpZIOi-r1V1wn81Bxxh88c3lqvk5/w640-h472/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2051%2047.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We've had so much rain for months, so to be able to take a walk in the dry and with late afternoon sunshine brightening the scene was very pleasant. The newly-laid canal towpath is open again, at least temporarily. The black tarmac surface is apparently only the undercoat and, when the weather is drier, they will lay a buff-coloured topping of gravel chippings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It may be that people haven't realised the path is open again, as there were many fewer people walking that way than there would usually be. In fact, for a few moments, as I gazed down the canal from the top of the lock, I could not see another soul. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYzHfKQSu5MUZd1v4YEMgxdvlFLfiwzBy82dmzfDmuEcrRJaFQ_DACQn9AX3IbVT_496xmsZliND8tvkn4LX4TGWDsqjCwwkoqnJXoKl8KTNFImGCklVFOr2lvseS1LhW-xfxoMJrwYV3DjCdqYBmcbA3IBkdhBLXjPfyJc2-p73IpV77W7dyoax9ecFK/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2058%2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYzHfKQSu5MUZd1v4YEMgxdvlFLfiwzBy82dmzfDmuEcrRJaFQ_DACQn9AX3IbVT_496xmsZliND8tvkn4LX4TGWDsqjCwwkoqnJXoKl8KTNFImGCklVFOr2lvseS1LhW-xfxoMJrwYV3DjCdqYBmcbA3IBkdhBLXjPfyJc2-p73IpV77W7dyoax9ecFK/w640-h480/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2058%2021.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Adobe Garamond Pro", "Apple Garamond", "ITC Garamond", "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-38070852617713432932024-03-20T07:00:00.002+00:002024-03-20T07:00:00.143+00:00Stop - and go<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKErQF6arILGKk-szd43EMW5NeAKMoi03GSjushGarVeuRpjJPs-jp1XrF2foHrT5c4UR420EAcydNyluG8zu9KlglodgM_MEUWvFdu_v880CpJ_vMdwqS-Oqks1fJpyH7d2ogsT8bIJtLQS-Z1cUiBhyx3ErAK3Zh5sJaBBgh-YhDljx32_UcH1ATpNp/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2011%2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="1000" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKErQF6arILGKk-szd43EMW5NeAKMoi03GSjushGarVeuRpjJPs-jp1XrF2foHrT5c4UR420EAcydNyluG8zu9KlglodgM_MEUWvFdu_v880CpJ_vMdwqS-Oqks1fJpyH7d2ogsT8bIJtLQS-Z1cUiBhyx3ErAK3Zh5sJaBBgh-YhDljx32_UcH1ATpNp/w640-h456/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2011%2004.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There are not usually traffic lights in the heart of Saltaire village but they have installed temporary lights due to some gas works being undertaken. It said 'Stop!' but I was on foot, so I didn't have to take any notice. I'm not sure what works are being done. There was a rather large hole surrounded by barriers. </div><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXEg7dRGo1bMs84tii_a1SWas3LYHKOhxTgTcui8oauHSkLUF-S7AMJo0qTppcY_J6fAv9xnMeNR_7ELPYdFjcz29E3VlpE_IuCdO4Q3fjghi25X7YV81Mg4hYrjlOtnjYuLnfXbBSPTnwuyGrktddA7L9YJYFl43_UpxZChsPvjiwVOd_hV_TzvAmweP/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2012%2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="1000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXEg7dRGo1bMs84tii_a1SWas3LYHKOhxTgTcui8oauHSkLUF-S7AMJo0qTppcY_J6fAv9xnMeNR_7ELPYdFjcz29E3VlpE_IuCdO4Q3fjghi25X7YV81Mg4hYrjlOtnjYuLnfXbBSPTnwuyGrktddA7L9YJYFl43_UpxZChsPvjiwVOd_hV_TzvAmweP/w640-h434/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2017%2012%2011.jpg" width="640" /></a><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Incidentally, the land on the left of my photos (a car park at present) has just received a 'Go!' Planning permission has been granted to erect a new building as part of Shipley College, which will house some classrooms, new public toilets (much needed) and the Saltaire Collection, which is the archive of Saltaire's history. It will all be fairly hidden in a garden and I think, personally, it will be a good use of the site, though I'm not sure where the cars will go. It has attracted quite a lot of controversy, with some people feeling it will be a modern intrusion in our historic village. It's not as if the present space is at all attractive though; the rutted car park and ugly toilet block are rather an eyesore. A report about the development and some draft designs can be found <a href=" https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bradford-west-yorkshire-68435950">HERE</a>. My original post about the proposal is <a href="https://saltairedaily.blogspot.com/2022/11/proposed-new-college-building-and.html">HERE</a>.</p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-2974558396551831752024-03-19T07:00:00.014+00:002024-03-19T07:00:00.137+00:00All the fun of the fair<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuY63elYeN_NWgchwx83PEvx-jsVtBBE9ieQiD1Slb-fc0aoyntB-fmhyu9ygGqWAIOQ5FQFmHKmLsk0LRoH-Adqqd8BiV4IKTlfiuCBM3dFil3XqJaqGsYL6gf1qdobmmnQ-RCTlon6Jt2zaOBup0icSRTFHdgwEkG8BgHh869FGksH12j-J4YudK57SZ/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2022%2003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="1000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuY63elYeN_NWgchwx83PEvx-jsVtBBE9ieQiD1Slb-fc0aoyntB-fmhyu9ygGqWAIOQ5FQFmHKmLsk0LRoH-Adqqd8BiV4IKTlfiuCBM3dFil3XqJaqGsYL6gf1qdobmmnQ-RCTlon6Jt2zaOBup0icSRTFHdgwEkG8BgHh869FGksH12j-J4YudK57SZ/w640-h426/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2022%2003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My daughter and youngest granddaughter came over to inspect progress on my apartment. The little one eventually got a bit bored by talk of decor and plans for a new bathroom, so we took pity on her and went out. We ended up at the garden centre where, as I've mentioned before on my blog, there is an old-fashioned 'Penny Arcade' full of slot machines and peepshows such as you used to find on seaside piers back in the day. £1 coin into a machine delivers a handful of old copper pennies and we managed to get ourselves quite a few more on some of the machines, by hitting the jackpot. I did quite well on the 'coin pusher' game. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We watched Sooty's Band, a little animated puppet show featuring Sooty the bear, Sweep the dog and Soo the panda, which used to be on TV when I was a child. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG-NdmnCaPbVGF1taGKDlpET0cG1_3vi4pK0xTncLdDz3aQGUqzcQz_1ooWsHRqEpxXz1ljGj1qRYDLXW7CbqoRZa8EZtB1Cmln40EUQpVkRiP5qdEETdYBuL97dSY2QW_LAMkok9jLBfJ1zKj9qeEig-yTZu-aa2XaRPJnenrt7Z1FhWICkEkaoyx67P/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2032%2056.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG-NdmnCaPbVGF1taGKDlpET0cG1_3vi4pK0xTncLdDz3aQGUqzcQz_1ooWsHRqEpxXz1ljGj1qRYDLXW7CbqoRZa8EZtB1Cmln40EUQpVkRiP5qdEETdYBuL97dSY2QW_LAMkok9jLBfJ1zKj9qeEig-yTZu-aa2XaRPJnenrt7Z1FhWICkEkaoyx67P/w480-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2032%2056.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There are all sorts of weird animated scenes. M was fascinated by Frank N Stine, which eventually revealed a mermaid in the box - 'a monster of the deep'! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">As for me, I can now bear the Laughing characters. This one was 'Mick, the Jolly Gardener'. When I was child these used to make me cry! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEA2ekPHHhldo8zgMGt39U7DpOsiiVv2NSfTjc533LIlXJOTS34AT1J85wTRv61qk5wuNjex5WH89NA3rKlrOkDW6OQaEnyEvhN2MRVzSIV65MmIjE-7Z2X0r6N8hGcoUqAEyBgcjHVfjUnoLLfNs18sWRu_PwE3XBS34qd3QkD6P4AkLixAAfUr3KRbau/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2023%2037-Edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="725" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEA2ekPHHhldo8zgMGt39U7DpOsiiVv2NSfTjc533LIlXJOTS34AT1J85wTRv61qk5wuNjex5WH89NA3rKlrOkDW6OQaEnyEvhN2MRVzSIV65MmIjE-7Z2X0r6N8hGcoUqAEyBgcjHVfjUnoLLfNs18sWRu_PwE3XBS34qd3QkD6P4AkLixAAfUr3KRbau/w464-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2023%2037-Edit.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTk6Bh5QYMr4Jj8kW-DgtGtAf2MjTZyCfNH5RxaMjtX9j8Z_Ff54r_ujMgVNC-hqbejECfwINExysl44hTS7NYM2QvuS4FNn0peiDuaUDXqTjy2BfoScx80-BCJWABRYywcIqsAz-9dbCu3WSuOYbPBdY-imFyZXFufa2wBHKeDLIKEgZJvZvEyF_vkjU/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2034%2039.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="758" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTk6Bh5QYMr4Jj8kW-DgtGtAf2MjTZyCfNH5RxaMjtX9j8Z_Ff54r_ujMgVNC-hqbejECfwINExysl44hTS7NYM2QvuS4FNn0peiDuaUDXqTjy2BfoScx80-BCJWABRYywcIqsAz-9dbCu3WSuOYbPBdY-imFyZXFufa2wBHKeDLIKEgZJvZvEyF_vkjU/w486-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2034%2039.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We all had our fortunes told by 'a gypsy'. Mine was fairly boring but the card my daughter received had us in stitches. (Obviously no-one told the gypsy that Charles is now King.) Can't wait for Thursday! Pretend to look surprised. 😂</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoMyAcKSwBESZq8PbZVwhtWNhENhcfHCKF3GMBzuPc2lpoPN8iYIY1Sw5eP3UMemD-Js_UnPypSeIpyzGuvoslW7SyuJhR1iYIj6of36yALLr4Jm6RbFeBUiUYWGG2rGlPpsV-EOV_tl9z6dx_nBGjWX8Wtm-6gxoWkTa8Db6Tf0_ACDZYzePvdCvIf0R/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2045%2035.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="807" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoMyAcKSwBESZq8PbZVwhtWNhENhcfHCKF3GMBzuPc2lpoPN8iYIY1Sw5eP3UMemD-Js_UnPypSeIpyzGuvoslW7SyuJhR1iYIj6of36yALLr4Jm6RbFeBUiUYWGG2rGlPpsV-EOV_tl9z6dx_nBGjWX8Wtm-6gxoWkTa8Db6Tf0_ACDZYzePvdCvIf0R/w516-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2015%2045%2035.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-45766775136612345252024-03-18T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-18T07:00:00.141+00:00Reorientating<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn8eBvkuSPJCl_NbAGiXbr93iJ7oQ83_H6fSS5IlnEll5MlhVs19Bv8EfD9_Wgb2cYnamRjlYafQ4A7PEHQGkIqzYOi1yla6KtBRI5etZPbRKgj0optJDSZDywPLLp6L47T58dK8nbVU19ujD8YI0weKUkbkUn3XdOCxuMHbFBiSbuo_wve2a_7YLbMzV/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2038%2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="1000" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn8eBvkuSPJCl_NbAGiXbr93iJ7oQ83_H6fSS5IlnEll5MlhVs19Bv8EfD9_Wgb2cYnamRjlYafQ4A7PEHQGkIqzYOi1yla6KtBRI5etZPbRKgj0optJDSZDywPLLp6L47T58dK8nbVU19ujD8YI0weKUkbkUn3XdOCxuMHbFBiSbuo_wve2a_7YLbMzV/w640-h384/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2038%2019.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I've only moved about half a mile from my old house to my new apartment yet it's odd how that has reshaped my local world. It's all familiar territory but setting off from a different place means subtle adjustments to my route, whether on foot or by car, with new views of familiar things to be enjoyed. I've always been able to look <i>up</i> to Baildon Moor and the wonderfully named Hope Hill in the distance. From this new place, higher up the other side of the valley, I look <i>across</i> to it - and indeed can see it from my flat's balcony, which I'm thrilled about as I love this view. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I can also see the church tower from my windows and have to go around either the front or back of it to get to the main road, shops and down into Saltaire village. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The house at the far side of the road junction (on the photo above) is now an estate agent's office. Built in 1866, it marks the southwest corner of Saltaire village. It is the only detached house in the entire village and was once the home of the chief cashier of Salts Mill. Its history is documented<a href="https://saltairevillage.info/House_histories_Albert_Road_001.html"> HERE</a>. The road junction, incidentally, is universally known by locals as 'Saltaire roundabout', though the roundabout disappeared a few years ago and was replaced by traffic lights. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSwBkvXDREqLz2j9iyH3NL5xHovwp273GBAiOVscyqvOs5pCQAStCu7wD39CEMh_riO8G8aT-n_l3g21BxKNS2RHZa-dRvI6LdcmS8zKnFCJGDo_vXqlxv5YzYZjP14O70aozUHL02QwW4rPFcvGYrGvYhIf4A9snCOgZL0mNImOXGT4z8VSoWxSUhsyb/s1000/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2036%2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="698" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSwBkvXDREqLz2j9iyH3NL5xHovwp273GBAiOVscyqvOs5pCQAStCu7wD39CEMh_riO8G8aT-n_l3g21BxKNS2RHZa-dRvI6LdcmS8zKnFCJGDo_vXqlxv5YzYZjP14O70aozUHL02QwW4rPFcvGYrGvYhIf4A9snCOgZL0mNImOXGT4z8VSoWxSUhsyb/w446-h640/Photo%2017-03-2024,%2016%2036%2023.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p></p><div>So far I have not forgotten where I now live and arrived back at my old house... but I wouldn't put that past me! I often have to sit and think about exactly which way I have to go to get to where I'm heading from here. </div>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-68515945635992953532024-03-16T19:42:00.003+00:002024-03-16T19:42:34.730+00:00A brief escape <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZ_ryggLuy2BAtbzqEucYckApkjFwjT2f0UXCpmt_gLW5LbyILLS3FcocZCLmdIviHh4uSwCg41TBdzDFvMWumWaKq2BIb8TrjC1XFx-9n3p9q6On1lIbr3SoxULO8KL6yICQvDzRBbHekOaNMV8iq-6BSXym-W04bmcSUI0uOziFlaOGAWDv-s7UTW0i/s3682/IMG_5508.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2635" data-original-width="3682" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZ_ryggLuy2BAtbzqEucYckApkjFwjT2f0UXCpmt_gLW5LbyILLS3FcocZCLmdIviHh4uSwCg41TBdzDFvMWumWaKq2BIb8TrjC1XFx-9n3p9q6On1lIbr3SoxULO8KL6yICQvDzRBbHekOaNMV8iq-6BSXym-W04bmcSUI0uOziFlaOGAWDv-s7UTW0i/w640-h458/IMG_5508.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My days are spent, mostly happily, getting things organised in my new home. There have been many days when I’ve had to stay in all day for various engineers/repairmen/handymen. I’ve had several delightful visits from family and friends, keen to see where I am now and/or (often) to give me a hand with something. In the last few days, since I’ve had a wi-fi connection, I’ve been notifying all and sundry of my new address. Some organisations make that an easy process and some don’t! There's a lot still to do but I’m getting nearer to the fun end of things. I will have to have a new bathroom fitted and that involves a myriad decisions. It will be a long term investment so I don’t want to get it wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">If I’ve been out it has generally been on necessary errands. You wouldn’t believe the number of small things that I thought I’d carefully packed and now can’t find! Today I had to go and buy a plug adaptor in order to charge my electric toothbrush. I expect I’ll find the original tomorrow! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Really the only leisure outing I’ve had was a walk at Bolton Abbey, on a drizzly, misty day that made for pleasantly soft and muted photos. I’m gradually resuming a more normal rhythm so I’m hopeful of a return to more frequent blogging as my outings increase. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxs756A2Xu-MF4nHTh0eeEZTInaH94ASYD0baHzUbaffyt7rUN8kNGlmj1ZGvSZSMXRQoIu-OLhwvpuVXpLeb2lf_WmMGGJPZ2DxKrbx75nJkZfova-XVBExDh1kFAkY3xTgs98cg1IEZg5rpFSf45Kiv7IPYwZGo1EyUogexvI-zPBnyNMH3y3En7ija/s3364/IMG_5507.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2764" data-original-width="3364" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxs756A2Xu-MF4nHTh0eeEZTInaH94ASYD0baHzUbaffyt7rUN8kNGlmj1ZGvSZSMXRQoIu-OLhwvpuVXpLeb2lf_WmMGGJPZ2DxKrbx75nJkZfova-XVBExDh1kFAkY3xTgs98cg1IEZg5rpFSf45Kiv7IPYwZGo1EyUogexvI-zPBnyNMH3y3En7ija/w640-h526/IMG_5507.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-52943191183423457592024-03-14T22:58:00.004+00:002024-03-16T19:44:02.300+00:00Manna from heaven<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPq9icxsxxy8i0Sr107OtZm3zXakdmZXqYfF0c5DNU-L18vP1-i6KnuXAK_9SVVQacOaZEgbll0E9E6atDI5QXTR8fkAxfZLEA9n-WJSOrzw5eBpmAkIh-tegVli5AtXk5ZSe1ovCe1PrxP5gjJz6gXsvv_eeaRsKshAUfEXlULm-wiONyZcagFWCnYBqa/s2594/IMG_4160.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2139" data-original-width="2594" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPq9icxsxxy8i0Sr107OtZm3zXakdmZXqYfF0c5DNU-L18vP1-i6KnuXAK_9SVVQacOaZEgbll0E9E6atDI5QXTR8fkAxfZLEA9n-WJSOrzw5eBpmAkIh-tegVli5AtXk5ZSe1ovCe1PrxP5gjJz6gXsvv_eeaRsKshAUfEXlULm-wiONyZcagFWCnYBqa/w640-h528/IMG_4160.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This neat little box, my friends, is manna from heaven. It is a mini wi-fi hub that works off the 4G network. I’ve been sent it because, for reasons both complicated and ridiculous, BT have not yet managed to connect me to broadband at my new flat. That is despite 14 days of waiting, numerous ‘no shows’ of engineers and three young, handsome, very nice but ultimately hapless Openreach engineers who did show up at various times but were not briefed and did not have either the right information, skills, tools or authority to do what is needed for a proper connection. Thanks to two patient friends fielding phone calls for me (how many times in the last two weeks have I wished I could hear well enough to pick the phone up myself!) and then, blessedly, the granting of a direct email connection to a relatively helpful (though also somewhat short on knowledge and experience) chap on the BT Complaints Line, I’ve eventually been sent this as a stop gap. And it actually works! I’ve so far been making do with my phone to try and access my emails and so on (but too small to read and too weak a signal to be very effective, not to mention my fingers being too big to type on it reliably - and gobbling up data! 😱) </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I’ve now cranked my desktop Mac into life. I’ll swear I heard it mutter ‘Where have you been?’ My phone is a happy bunny with four bars of wi-fi instead of two bars of 4G signal and my iPad… well, that’s demanding that I re-sign into everything and is chiding me because it’s not been synced or backed up for two weeks. But they WORK! Hooray! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Not only that but I’ve built myself a sit/stand desk today (from a kit) - so not a bad day for someone who is generally rather technically challenged. With my entire small village of friends helping in various ways with practical and moral support, life here is beginning at last to shape up into a more rhythmic and familiar pattern. Bedroom is tidy and restful, all boxes banished; kitchen is fully functional and even has a little space in some of the cupboards for the several boxes of glassware etc that I haven’t yet unpacked. One end of the sitting room looks like a sitting room. (The other looks like a depository, stacked with boxes, mainly books awaiting shelves). I’m in the process of getting quotes to fit a new bathroom. Currently that’s just a place to try and keep clean in, rather than the relaxing sanctuary I am seeking. My office is a work in progress and currently a shoe box holds all the most important notebooks, pens, scissors, sellotape and Letters/Bills That Must Soon Be Dealt With.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Slowly but surely, my new life as an apartment dweller is taking shape. ‘Phase One’ not yet fully completed but I’m much nearer now than I was to a basically organised and calm existence. I feel as though I’m at last getting on to the fun bit, thinking about decor and sussing out how things need to be organised to work well, everything in its place and a place for everything. My best buy so far? A little machine that prints labels. Boxes, jars, everything getting neatly labelled! </p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-66853460097695210872024-03-06T18:54:00.003+00:002024-03-16T19:43:42.789+00:00Unboxing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3e5yeqTfWkmITcfGvrgqjuGZP7ZM6CyfzD1A9dPc012NDQ2cCSDarzqwPIagP7Ht73iS8VNWP8h_PtPXcyK931o08cRkd2PcVtPSXP-iPTLMlE6Vb2NKS5bp_xz3kVv_uvRycysrdr710ac51tIlXQXbWB8t2WsLhArafifaR25RC6RljuFKUKuFOf2AN/s4032/IMG_4122.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3e5yeqTfWkmITcfGvrgqjuGZP7ZM6CyfzD1A9dPc012NDQ2cCSDarzqwPIagP7Ht73iS8VNWP8h_PtPXcyK931o08cRkd2PcVtPSXP-iPTLMlE6Vb2NKS5bp_xz3kVv_uvRycysrdr710ac51tIlXQXbWB8t2WsLhArafifaR25RC6RljuFKUKuFOf2AN/w640-h480/IMG_4122.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Well, I got here! I finally moved last Thursday and have started unpacking boxes. The kitchen and my bedroom are now functioning fairly well but there’s a lot I can’t unpack until I get more storage. Much at my previous house was built in (bookshelves and cupboards) so I haven’t been able to bring them with me. There is loads still to do: new bathroom, complete redecoration, curtains and carpets throughout, so I’m going to be busy. Although very unfinished yet, it already feels like home and I think I’ll be happy and contented here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The biggest issue currently is that I have no broadband. It was installed last Friday but doesn’t work and I’m having a real job to get it progressed. Being deaf, I don’t use the phone so it’s hugely inconvenient to be offline. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I’ve been humbled and grateful for all the support and love of family and friends, who are going above and beyond to help with various things, making phone calls for me, making sure I’m fed and so on. It clearly ‘takes a village’ to move house, and I’m very fortunate to have my little ‘village’ surrounding me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Some bits are relatively tidy and I love my new sofa, though it will look 100% better paired with a new carpet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It’s all a work in progress but I’m so glad to be here and to be starting the ‘fun end’ of the business of moving house. It’s been a long haul to get this far. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhjMpudMSUkTp0cPF9xyJUF9FyuiJxZssCv_4OXg3s-zRmT2L50R_BYY9K_3DVkFrS8zJRFK3_yWnExRnCl3ja-NOIB4AL08OR-OGlgPiE2quclOzwHY-vJNBRCgpHwlVSq5hgEsXwoVLAd9FckJFzrtrt5z3yaaAFBbujX3F8GvZWFsxsQETkXs0UwDj/s4032/IMG_4123.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhjMpudMSUkTp0cPF9xyJUF9FyuiJxZssCv_4OXg3s-zRmT2L50R_BYY9K_3DVkFrS8zJRFK3_yWnExRnCl3ja-NOIB4AL08OR-OGlgPiE2quclOzwHY-vJNBRCgpHwlVSq5hgEsXwoVLAd9FckJFzrtrt5z3yaaAFBbujX3F8GvZWFsxsQETkXs0UwDj/w640-h480/IMG_4123.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-57211302431501906452024-02-28T14:59:00.002+00:002024-03-16T19:44:22.296+00:00My life in boxes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhProrTyu1hLNZSAw25922s0CPdBWVhrm4bbzKZfzH4Tm_SpUgeVhxduJHKy53Lk0CQC5tDpCIki1ZzjG7UMHu2_jImxA8msZM9rBrDVLAprlsgsyPSWlj3J3SouLLxgoQeeFyrYJJwWVj4dEbrKkrXTCYNHt2B9d1QaweRRDCHO4HDfcotgYgVzE5hWzoG/s3264/IMG_5506.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhProrTyu1hLNZSAw25922s0CPdBWVhrm4bbzKZfzH4Tm_SpUgeVhxduJHKy53Lk0CQC5tDpCIki1ZzjG7UMHu2_jImxA8msZM9rBrDVLAprlsgsyPSWlj3J3SouLLxgoQeeFyrYJJwWVj4dEbrKkrXTCYNHt2B9d1QaweRRDCHO4HDfcotgYgVzE5hWzoG/w640-h480/IMG_5506.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Nearly all packed up. Too tired for words! About to dismantle my computer and broadband, and will hopefully be up and running at the new apartment before too long. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrid7rGFY8w-OHtgShZT_5MxfaEPWn3MMGqMWZaS2e2UoQjT7AyU0YQ9smyvC24318z_eQr-QUOvE1ikD6LyMV1u3hMXvK-XJBz_B5-XjPVkaCgFOj0ruws5F0ZB72aZuxKnqIQDr8tZWSB0QbpVGHPhklqEZaz_pCVOKCoUDq2PJoBkxWS5E6POXc4a9S/s3264/IMG_5505.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrid7rGFY8w-OHtgShZT_5MxfaEPWn3MMGqMWZaS2e2UoQjT7AyU0YQ9smyvC24318z_eQr-QUOvE1ikD6LyMV1u3hMXvK-XJBz_B5-XjPVkaCgFOj0ruws5F0ZB72aZuxKnqIQDr8tZWSB0QbpVGHPhklqEZaz_pCVOKCoUDq2PJoBkxWS5E6POXc4a9S/w480-h640/IMG_5505.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-55749979375162822202024-02-23T16:41:00.001+00:002024-02-23T16:41:15.988+00:00Swept along<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9YqWyHgderAvaXDJxYQJd5dVjM_rnxb9qf9nDfZp1wBnyZS5gmJ1_Aq16hDCB1zeHFcYY27AHB3G_GbieCrnQfAz9tRX9ya110inWYV5dWf8WufnLpd00FfUhwLkuYI_cRjpOdekQNz5Cf9_WeLrZhg7QTR_Iz0xLYmAIwz5e3hau1KRHbb5X2_sNmoT/s1000/Photo%2022-02-2024,%2015%2027%2044-Edit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9YqWyHgderAvaXDJxYQJd5dVjM_rnxb9qf9nDfZp1wBnyZS5gmJ1_Aq16hDCB1zeHFcYY27AHB3G_GbieCrnQfAz9tRX9ya110inWYV5dWf8WufnLpd00FfUhwLkuYI_cRjpOdekQNz5Cf9_WeLrZhg7QTR_Iz0xLYmAIwz5e3hau1KRHbb5X2_sNmoT/w640-h480/Photo%2022-02-2024,%2015%2027%2044-Edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A couple of photos from a recent walk by the Strid at Bolton Abbey. After heavy rain, the river was rushing with some violence through this narrow but very deep chasm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The photos, I feel, have some resonance with my current situation. This 'moving house' business has proved very rocky at times, and pretty stressful. I'm only glad I didn't leave it another ten years to make the move or I fear I'd not have had the stamina and resilience. It has taken a full six months, from making an offer on my new apartment and accepting an offer on my house, to being able to move. Ridiculous - and largely due to one incompetent and insouciant solicitor (not mine). However, all is finally in place and I expect to be moving next Thursday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm now getting swept along in the maelstrom of Things That Have To Be Done: last minute packing, notifying important people and authorities of change of address, getting things set up for my new abode (broadband! most important), arranging for the delivery of a new fridge-freezer (mine here is integrated so has to be left behind and there isn't one at the flat) plus looking ahead to a myriad of things that will need fixing and sorting once I get there. It feels a lot, considering I'm only moving half a mile up the road! The most fun is trying to gauge my food stocks so that I use up most of it and don't either have to buy more or transport a lot of odds and ends. I suspect I'm going to be eating some weird combinations of things by about Tuesday, much as you do before going on holiday. Sardines and baked beans, anyone? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So... wish me luck - and I'll see you on the other side!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And for those that prefer coloured photos, here's another one of the Strid:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMu2Yyaf4HiKKf57WSKdJiR3wIWoJlC4Ccc4PCxdPkVsObmLjctuv_HqIeHNa7FpNV4UWYS2BjivLVgLtFihkPd6WQkmzCCKjwaL6rbFpIuAvS64DrqQq7vlhlIia-1clZcXuVdN0C4WbkNZbSOAiYc5SFMd_0_4PXO13Jv3E5Gyco6umkCZWf4mpGfFl/s1000/Photo%2022-02-2024,%2015%2027%2055.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="787" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMu2Yyaf4HiKKf57WSKdJiR3wIWoJlC4Ccc4PCxdPkVsObmLjctuv_HqIeHNa7FpNV4UWYS2BjivLVgLtFihkPd6WQkmzCCKjwaL6rbFpIuAvS64DrqQq7vlhlIia-1clZcXuVdN0C4WbkNZbSOAiYc5SFMd_0_4PXO13Jv3E5Gyco6umkCZWf4mpGfFl/w504-h640/Photo%2022-02-2024,%2015%2027%2055.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-1801739605251127422024-02-19T07:00:00.003+00:002024-02-19T07:00:00.139+00:00Purple reigns<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi_HNnIAZ-DXeS5vs8fMKgpzv6YAmhT4NxVDZWyMPNlvyU_FdA4wxOYRwf8oL1ozmnQda8559KzzVAgeEe-NX6Q38Kcc53MPqJ5VYGF9HuHWMBuIWBHQbV1Ekvs2jjrQVvMw3TVkQ8VBcvUcAlNZhkP-SDZwEPAQj234pviidGWhXM-lV024mxHPAIc-X/s1000/Photo%2018-02-2024,%2013%2033%2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="1000" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi_HNnIAZ-DXeS5vs8fMKgpzv6YAmhT4NxVDZWyMPNlvyU_FdA4wxOYRwf8oL1ozmnQda8559KzzVAgeEe-NX6Q38Kcc53MPqJ5VYGF9HuHWMBuIWBHQbV1Ekvs2jjrQVvMw3TVkQ8VBcvUcAlNZhkP-SDZwEPAQj234pviidGWhXM-lV024mxHPAIc-X/w640-h462/Photo%2018-02-2024,%2013%2033%2011.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And now the purple crocuses are out in Roberts Park. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyfOouz9PWX4ZuguWL_A_eDpcH2K2sgyUNucnSXJUy9tfNMDA7HTnivjVIq713nRpl9eKqA77FWkYieu9acr5J8LlrHNB-0a2MGgCNAzOY0ED35yDeRotG_of3TD-wPz5P1dYC4wDGCWgHjJBnUaKvqx0V-YBE3INLFr91jo5rA3FTaAOrcaGJpPTiviu/s1000/Photo%2018-02-2024,%2013%2032%2034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1000" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyfOouz9PWX4ZuguWL_A_eDpcH2K2sgyUNucnSXJUy9tfNMDA7HTnivjVIq713nRpl9eKqA77FWkYieu9acr5J8LlrHNB-0a2MGgCNAzOY0ED35yDeRotG_of3TD-wPz5P1dYC4wDGCWgHjJBnUaKvqx0V-YBE3INLFr91jo5rA3FTaAOrcaGJpPTiviu/w640-h546/Photo%2018-02-2024,%2013%2032%2034.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-91321953364551867232024-02-16T07:00:00.001+00:002024-02-16T07:00:00.142+00:00Snowdrops<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSaiUCGpqBoa0pGJg9Y_35mPz8RBXaB3Ln4i3PSlVyIVkK36zUXcbvJbIM0OpdK8wsaQyD1Nv80s1pAMHjlmYgP8EUCKU6-E0y9XNAHIvjP3EregfzygOc1W4j0k98VtkbVfYDIHguLinPfvSnIy821ZuU6v57BcV-exPus7t1fKTG_dlLGNW574Bp8WP/s1000/Photo%2015-02-2024,%2010%2017%2036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSaiUCGpqBoa0pGJg9Y_35mPz8RBXaB3Ln4i3PSlVyIVkK36zUXcbvJbIM0OpdK8wsaQyD1Nv80s1pAMHjlmYgP8EUCKU6-E0y9XNAHIvjP3EregfzygOc1W4j0k98VtkbVfYDIHguLinPfvSnIy821ZuU6v57BcV-exPus7t1fKTG_dlLGNW574Bp8WP/w640-h480/Photo%2015-02-2024,%2010%2017%2036.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It's the season for snowdrops and there seem to be plenty in bloom in parks, gardens and by the wayside. They are always lovely to see, delicate harbingers of spring. <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-82766858942106513952024-02-15T07:00:00.001+00:002024-02-15T07:00:00.142+00:00Progress<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaN_9lBjhtfXH3GymHHCzpzOyUBCzzWrhILW1osLgLegAo0OjcHifsqJiY0k1DhA1u8C5QjI1C6L49D81vJAiuOlgLl5dvS_GZYVzuMzjQvs2wltE-T_ZMB1iNlsfMvTZ_VGA29Ijw7AtI-fZM-GnVn2qnQKDrRcTp26fzBBe8_HF7U3XZHnR5__n_Kbo1/s1000/Photo%2012-02-2024,%2015%2048%2043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaN_9lBjhtfXH3GymHHCzpzOyUBCzzWrhILW1osLgLegAo0OjcHifsqJiY0k1DhA1u8C5QjI1C6L49D81vJAiuOlgLl5dvS_GZYVzuMzjQvs2wltE-T_ZMB1iNlsfMvTZ_VGA29Ijw7AtI-fZM-GnVn2qnQKDrRcTp26fzBBe8_HF7U3XZHnR5__n_Kbo1/w640-h400/Photo%2012-02-2024,%2015%2048%2043.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">They seem to be making good progress on the renovation of the canal towpath. The gravel underlayer has now been tarmacked and kerbs put in. It looks like they have relaid all the stone paving slabs by the bridge. A day-glo orange-suited man was sprinkling sand (or loose cement?) and brushing it into the gaps between the pavers. He saw me taking the photo and gave me a cheery wave. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">For some reason, it reminded me of a tale I was told by my mother. When I was about two, we lived in a house with a gravel path. She caught me putting handfuls of gravel through the letter box in the front door. When she asked me what I was doing, I said 'Sprinkling'. I'd heard her talk of 'spring-cleaning' and thought that's what she meant! Anyway, Mr Path-layer was doing a great job of spring-cleaning.</p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-39471505530506437122024-02-13T11:26:00.004+00:002024-02-13T11:26:44.553+00:00Yellow cheeriness<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09E26PCoAfcqtBwylbYSUsqqyvIc0T7Mwfd-tVyo6sXzHbWA6H-i_O5d2r2hLaD-KqQ3-odGu6uXhI5NybivykhXhP44DVCIEDzLTKaLu9h2rHxLk_WlCxz9mxq3rKdQ9sWLpXKzvoYWGe_fvxB5EUTkZbBODpbSIEp75udNt4HOsI8tLKCH1h53jagt-/s1000/Photo%2012-02-2024,%2015%2039%2055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09E26PCoAfcqtBwylbYSUsqqyvIc0T7Mwfd-tVyo6sXzHbWA6H-i_O5d2r2hLaD-KqQ3-odGu6uXhI5NybivykhXhP44DVCIEDzLTKaLu9h2rHxLk_WlCxz9mxq3rKdQ9sWLpXKzvoYWGe_fvxB5EUTkZbBODpbSIEp75udNt4HOsI8tLKCH1h53jagt-/w640-h400/Photo%2012-02-2024,%2015%2039%2055.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A brief spell of sunshine tempted me out, though I'm busy at home. It was chilly but that encouraged me to walk faster and was no doubt a good thing. In Roberts Park, the yellow crocuses are in full bloom. For some reason the purple ones lag behind a little. <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-41447278474282172482024-02-10T11:06:00.001+00:002024-02-10T14:27:45.639+00:00Staying in<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QSJhCB-Z1IESEPQ-Ah0WYHCyBWY8tu8XeWkzqsaRMwY9VTnJpYZFIY1RxLuOHfKEG75xOrTvMrBd7ObOM1eWpcMn6emUnC41F3TNdQDXRDRlZ7YooNl5tU6mGo64b1yky3YKLCtCoS0Jt6_F-gt8swQFn-v57dTy2bj3Ymp6_DxzJf-yqjOCUIwinlaX/s2975/IMG_5498.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2975" data-original-width="2391" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QSJhCB-Z1IESEPQ-Ah0WYHCyBWY8tu8XeWkzqsaRMwY9VTnJpYZFIY1RxLuOHfKEG75xOrTvMrBd7ObOM1eWpcMn6emUnC41F3TNdQDXRDRlZ7YooNl5tU6mGo64b1yky3YKLCtCoS0Jt6_F-gt8swQFn-v57dTy2bj3Ymp6_DxzJf-yqjOCUIwinlaX/w514-h640/IMG_5498.jpeg" width="514" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Well, we've had all the weather these past few days - wind, rain, then a brief flurry of snow (far worse in the hilly areas than here, where it hardly settled), then more torrential rain and now fog! I've hardly been out, though I have plenty to keep me busy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">For my last birthday, my daughter gifted me a Storyworth subscription. They send questions each week for you to answer online, which gradually builds into a book of your memoirs. It's been fun to do. I've used the questions as a starting point but then written in my own style. Sometimes I think: 'I can't remember anything about that'... but then the recollections begin to reveal themselves and come creeping back. Anyway, I've been trying to get it finished before I move house, as I'll have different preoccupations once I'm in my new flat and wanting to get it redecorated and organised. The long wait for a removal date has, in that way, been useful as I've had time to finish, tweak and craft the book. It's almost done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">As for the move, hopefully it is edging nearer! My solicitor tells me she is aiming for 29 February as the completion date, though she still has to get agreement to that from my buyer and some figures from the seller's solicitor (who is the one whose tardiness has been holding things up). So... fingers crossed! </div><br /><p></p><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-26094045209076801362024-02-04T07:00:00.010+00:002024-02-04T07:00:00.142+00:00Wedding cars<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MprFQNX-_QA4fns7FaUba1y3tsf__NKwqp1vlNlOWmPU5VwQDhEGC26IMlr6e4wIAshcIX97OjgVW-y5shHjm2Q9lvEK4m7D1eYC7gY3ZqJmxdV3QiXGedM9VlNMNhjx6K1nH1guLaJgaEGdYBew7O0KM1wQAW0_NurHSin-22TiGAY01LRhPNh9wSzI/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2029%2008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="693" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MprFQNX-_QA4fns7FaUba1y3tsf__NKwqp1vlNlOWmPU5VwQDhEGC26IMlr6e4wIAshcIX97OjgVW-y5shHjm2Q9lvEK4m7D1eYC7gY3ZqJmxdV3QiXGedM9VlNMNhjx6K1nH1guLaJgaEGdYBew7O0KM1wQAW0_NurHSin-22TiGAY01LRhPNh9wSzI/w444-h640/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2029%2008.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">As I walked past Saltaire's church the other day there was a fine selection of Bentleys outside. It looked like they were doing a photoshoot, perhaps for a wedding car hire company. There was a chap with a drone, no doubt intending to take some photos looking down from a height. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The cars in the background are not related to the shoot. The church now seems to allow people to park in the grounds, presumably making a bit of money from the fees. Every little helps when you're responsible for the upkeep of a listed building. </div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-36202307576027835342024-02-03T07:00:00.000+00:002024-02-03T07:00:00.139+00:00Rainbow glass<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCqP4JPe7n0nyu_edjTlQhZ0o9XPS771X30jmfyYq_mXRrXbWetgrOWo5jgUq35upZ8rivajV6KJG3-eaNbvkvCqQTYhXwFjcDA7XnCRU9WJblmLhfkIQ92E42uWSjKWX0tdNfAr_szKXxu5pnB-wppaRL-rbiAR1Evg43Emuemgz-dCdxPjwzamlWyn6/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2019%2042.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="1000" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCqP4JPe7n0nyu_edjTlQhZ0o9XPS771X30jmfyYq_mXRrXbWetgrOWo5jgUq35upZ8rivajV6KJG3-eaNbvkvCqQTYhXwFjcDA7XnCRU9WJblmLhfkIQ92E42uWSjKWX0tdNfAr_szKXxu5pnB-wppaRL-rbiAR1Evg43Emuemgz-dCdxPjwzamlWyn6/w640-h332/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2019%2042.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">More colour from Salts Mill. You know how fond I am of stained glass windows. Well, coloured glassware comes a close second. I'm especially drawn to blue glass and, when I finally get into my hoped-for new apartment, I have several vases and bottles that I anticipate will sit happily on the kitchen windowsill. Given the number of pieces on display in the Antiques Centre, I could easily add to my collection. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Some folk collect old bottles like those below. The vintage glass has a turquoise hue that is quite attractive. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia57jJjO_G59qLkyazOxuWcFS9VDKF92Yt4TiOgCqrMFuXo4s3ZocaY4CNWRw3PPYgcdTZsPPwkykpejVk8x30HWBypDgXntzmcIUgt4_2W55dIrVsnLOXx_g8KWl2f6LwAwUrFMDi-c4VH6oNaFwKD5QHsHc-vwjIwfYKCaabPFB89NLJ3PTvtCM-j_P-/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2025%2029.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="1000" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia57jJjO_G59qLkyazOxuWcFS9VDKF92Yt4TiOgCqrMFuXo4s3ZocaY4CNWRw3PPYgcdTZsPPwkykpejVk8x30HWBypDgXntzmcIUgt4_2W55dIrVsnLOXx_g8KWl2f6LwAwUrFMDi-c4VH6oNaFwKD5QHsHc-vwjIwfYKCaabPFB89NLJ3PTvtCM-j_P-/w640-h374/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2025%2029.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4SyRVF21IxyV85A8Gz9EkpuKSmBVTeHW7aXtcfmz2Ba2jKDB-wGZlKCYlMa8UUUWaW_wXA6kmtCdLnAAW9owRamjckAFQ8Vd_Ow03god9ddZYKODL_7xID1ONBSNkM_rjm5EN5mhNN16hyCFMsq56iQox2Qj8sxcFyyT7T4IKAuJFMAsMMK5qCojKWTD/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2022%2039.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4SyRVF21IxyV85A8Gz9EkpuKSmBVTeHW7aXtcfmz2Ba2jKDB-wGZlKCYlMa8UUUWaW_wXA6kmtCdLnAAW9owRamjckAFQ8Vd_Ow03god9ddZYKODL_7xID1ONBSNkM_rjm5EN5mhNN16hyCFMsq56iQox2Qj8sxcFyyT7T4IKAuJFMAsMMK5qCojKWTD/w480-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2022%2039.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">More vases, displayed so that the incoming window light makes the colours sing. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoe6YJSGSzZOIg2bsXSQk_h-GunBkzg1QJuMjvPy8HhyphenhyphenMG6X49_QvfunrUWcHw2_qUUxjw1Y3WnrC42pWFuDsi76ewHHPRbSj4v6H_q19aoNB-c4e7MyxvemB_6TQ7E4u_EL84uAOcpf5LUCVMzHuZw5lMoz_ks5_Gx6K5-dfDyTcVBt1SQEkaelWhf_y/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2017%2005.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="605" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoe6YJSGSzZOIg2bsXSQk_h-GunBkzg1QJuMjvPy8HhyphenhyphenMG6X49_QvfunrUWcHw2_qUUxjw1Y3WnrC42pWFuDsi76ewHHPRbSj4v6H_q19aoNB-c4e7MyxvemB_6TQ7E4u_EL84uAOcpf5LUCVMzHuZw5lMoz_ks5_Gx6K5-dfDyTcVBt1SQEkaelWhf_y/w388-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2017%2005.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Those who follow Alan Burnett's blog, <a href="https://newsfromnowhere1948.blogspot.com/2024/01/stained-glass-window.html">News from Nowhere</a>, may recognise a few of these vases. They are, it seems, still unsold and gathering dust after at least four years. Apologies to Alan for apparently 'stealing' his image. It so happens that sometimes great minds think alike! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWTYaikYbieGT6kFbzYlEbLa81TSOV1qlnKd0JRGn7ufLu_xW9fztv_hjRep3Bg69Nl_s6qP7K6Y39RY_yUb9rqHf_seXb_2q9RJyBeBTGZ0Tlmg1c8871eBk-X6NVV4ZXNM-pYWVJ1qBOQ4kSGmsEdDX4x0cNLUZ0EchKG7xh3pfoz34HWMeAr31bSKu/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2026%2028.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="1000" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWTYaikYbieGT6kFbzYlEbLa81TSOV1qlnKd0JRGn7ufLu_xW9fztv_hjRep3Bg69Nl_s6qP7K6Y39RY_yUb9rqHf_seXb_2q9RJyBeBTGZ0Tlmg1c8871eBk-X6NVV4ZXNM-pYWVJ1qBOQ4kSGmsEdDX4x0cNLUZ0EchKG7xh3pfoz34HWMeAr31bSKu/w640-h584/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2026%2028.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-92077706744060916272024-02-02T07:00:00.000+00:002024-02-02T07:00:00.153+00:00Colour in t'Mill<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7DeByiUymfOLqyg0vaeWjOEiWqlXnLcNJMD4cwNhDJJv5f3s-duUKfWPzFeIGyQoM1se4wffZYw5smdXTP7QqPdR5D4LZL-ibiEyOq7v7UA0PMJyxKsdS6d7RMmFpPdLpD-ERc0xBMNvb0DwpemoOJTdKhSfAKmrD8MgmexM1nxX5Bf7QMKZGvphiY_C/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2017%2049.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="991" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7DeByiUymfOLqyg0vaeWjOEiWqlXnLcNJMD4cwNhDJJv5f3s-duUKfWPzFeIGyQoM1se4wffZYw5smdXTP7QqPdR5D4LZL-ibiEyOq7v7UA0PMJyxKsdS6d7RMmFpPdLpD-ERc0xBMNvb0DwpemoOJTdKhSfAKmrD8MgmexM1nxX5Bf7QMKZGvphiY_C/w634-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2017%2049.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It is all so colourless outside at this time of year, so I went into Salts Mill in search of some colour to lift my spirits. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sewing threads in the Antiques Centre made quite a rainbow. (Note to self, next time I need any thread this is the place to come!) </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuRtYOPigk3S5H7VuWO_9uz889h3JJMNjuACxTD8_GmY3kU1J9YmuRwGinwXBkgoWMWNIE44iceax47w-p4rRkuisAXRjNwcTIbQEW6mszVNNA4SuEWgWt6nhHDv7uQIUdxFPleT_mGlf_X6Z7Vmlc0LUz2BJWO1FZOHM1__Fuz2IkdBDNccNi1pt-jIT/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2018%2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1000" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuRtYOPigk3S5H7VuWO_9uz889h3JJMNjuACxTD8_GmY3kU1J9YmuRwGinwXBkgoWMWNIE44iceax47w-p4rRkuisAXRjNwcTIbQEW6mszVNNA4SuEWgWt6nhHDv7uQIUdxFPleT_mGlf_X6Z7Vmlc0LUz2BJWO1FZOHM1__Fuz2IkdBDNccNi1pt-jIT/w640-h458/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2018%2020.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The lid of an antique sewing box had a gorgeous, iridiscent inlay of abalone shell mother of pearl. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQXlOH9_nvX8FG9r6dl90SPOIrI_VE-lUY_e7kPLZK_DWezNpN6QpiSHR5qI8cEUYZPBLwchy3lXjQ1VdIpnSOEqKKjnwnD_r87E8sSINaWTK2tKnOG5ZjpY7MeNKPRMh5Wbf0TO4TeDjqp7VuYEdohqUh6mnqeGq2g15WvMfui7Jh6Lig1VH1IbjeVut/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2019%2000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="1000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQXlOH9_nvX8FG9r6dl90SPOIrI_VE-lUY_e7kPLZK_DWezNpN6QpiSHR5qI8cEUYZPBLwchy3lXjQ1VdIpnSOEqKKjnwnD_r87E8sSINaWTK2tKnOG5ZjpY7MeNKPRMh5Wbf0TO4TeDjqp7VuYEdohqUh6mnqeGq2g15WvMfui7Jh6Lig1VH1IbjeVut/w640-h452/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2019%2000.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It was too heavy to carry or I may have been tempted by this Burmantofts Pottery jardinière (for displaying a plant), in lovely colours with an art-nouveau pattern. My spider plant would be very happy atop that. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OFhKWfUpUPCngJdYIL2ksCvYolR9MgqaKoOhHt1DDfK8RkY1Ff9MTYdw2HdxYLRnYk7ylLQkoT0i17eLbzOhfOLO0kJ7EbjfAzp1-aJ39d1iCAcGLj2V_qH0vBlwGS-b-1UVlay8CpAyR2wlQtKk-NEH4gF22B3N65dc47AIB-9WIvEvqjnd86jxOQjl/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2024%2013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="624" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OFhKWfUpUPCngJdYIL2ksCvYolR9MgqaKoOhHt1DDfK8RkY1Ff9MTYdw2HdxYLRnYk7ylLQkoT0i17eLbzOhfOLO0kJ7EbjfAzp1-aJ39d1iCAcGLj2V_qH0vBlwGS-b-1UVlay8CpAyR2wlQtKk-NEH4gF22B3N65dc47AIB-9WIvEvqjnd86jxOQjl/w400-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2024%2013.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-AYJLPRcxl5mv8s3FrS3HhV5L0L8EkOEWw5MAl8af_Ta66X3gAGmVeL1ICbdLKI6ssLXRodzc-QEYPovtm-4YBK-Nm1bbqI3krm1dhQL3X3UjfmEVs5ninqs86-r1fiaLV6mdCvD0YS4OfCbYVHYdLcE2IzGYufss89LyB-RLQ7fCk9MFjyBtoL8aWyx/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2042%2033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1000" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-AYJLPRcxl5mv8s3FrS3HhV5L0L8EkOEWw5MAl8af_Ta66X3gAGmVeL1ICbdLKI6ssLXRodzc-QEYPovtm-4YBK-Nm1bbqI3krm1dhQL3X3UjfmEVs5ninqs86-r1fiaLV6mdCvD0YS4OfCbYVHYdLcE2IzGYufss89LyB-RLQ7fCk9MFjyBtoL8aWyx/w640-h574/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2042%2033.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In the 1853 Gallery they have some covetable notebooks, along with lots of artists' materials. The paint sample card made a bright rainbow too, as did the tubes of acrylic paint. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypaJcdEYKIWtodAz9Dxk4UTzBNqyRsmopaXgM3njl_-hhyphenhyphenfPE2ngDKroNOA-yRQtbEoeuXVxN2fDum9d5Ooa0fyaqnef2kSWzRgpt7aSttKCORpX80XaKsW98zZTmKx2BlZutGgKYSa4YyA2zVInU4BOzb3K1Clu75w7MMdfwofuzHsIzmSywQjQXU3Mc/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2044%2010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="682" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypaJcdEYKIWtodAz9Dxk4UTzBNqyRsmopaXgM3njl_-hhyphenhyphenfPE2ngDKroNOA-yRQtbEoeuXVxN2fDum9d5Ooa0fyaqnef2kSWzRgpt7aSttKCORpX80XaKsW98zZTmKx2BlZutGgKYSa4YyA2zVInU4BOzb3K1Clu75w7MMdfwofuzHsIzmSywQjQXU3Mc/w436-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2044%2010.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4K_jXSeRWyxSpixY3UhPFr51kpuRWE1VFkWEhl0N4YEDxDdh-HbDFZLW_A3CPHPbX6TWdREj5D_gECCIHhyb24OAt6eKmzNW7FCPGVZGt0sW3Gd1PtXeqvqGUHqNi_3Jm2WzqEKnOXG0sv2K4reWX2TFr96qEGimqPoHfGdbTkZyjHzbTbbveSuw5HLrD/s1000/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2043%2019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="852" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4K_jXSeRWyxSpixY3UhPFr51kpuRWE1VFkWEhl0N4YEDxDdh-HbDFZLW_A3CPHPbX6TWdREj5D_gECCIHhyb24OAt6eKmzNW7FCPGVZGt0sW3Gd1PtXeqvqGUHqNi_3Jm2WzqEKnOXG0sv2K4reWX2TFr96qEGimqPoHfGdbTkZyjHzbTbbveSuw5HLrD/w546-h640/Photo%2018-01-2024,%2013%2043%2019.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-41214046121303188902024-02-01T07:00:00.004+00:002024-02-01T07:00:00.130+00:00Stirrings<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTbZUU1fxj3BUkN0kxsAVdtQWmz4y3gna1kzqVbwq3ij_htbsftP9gaiXuTaEcHkl0pdfS6kbpCesKzjTOdXC6Sr6QkN_pwwOSrXIRUiCHj4FmVzXtL3qDGV1MqTXUHiaQzMVyMJeHti7UBXrppGw-iK96t9ARyKjIhaDk9RgqX2CQCm9R8HUxB3MI_Kn/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2058%2059.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTbZUU1fxj3BUkN0kxsAVdtQWmz4y3gna1kzqVbwq3ij_htbsftP9gaiXuTaEcHkl0pdfS6kbpCesKzjTOdXC6Sr6QkN_pwwOSrXIRUiCHj4FmVzXtL3qDGV1MqTXUHiaQzMVyMJeHti7UBXrppGw-iK96t9ARyKjIhaDk9RgqX2CQCm9R8HUxB3MI_Kn/w640-h400/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2058%2059.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are still in the depths of winter. The trees are bare, the grasses and reeds collapsed, the air frigid even on a blue sky day and, if the temperature isn't actually freezing the ground hard, then everywhere is thick with mud. On the small nature reserve on the edge of Saltaire, the pond was - as far as I could see - devoid of life, though not frozen over. The duck houses, one of them floating, were bare. Perhaps in the spring they will provide a refuge for something, if not necessarily a duck. There's something about a blue sky reflected that lifts my spirits though. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Look closely and there are other things to be cheered by too. There was a small shrub covered in pink blossoms. I think it's a winter flowering Viburnum x bodnantense. I suppose it is because I associate pink blossom with spring that this plant always seems such an encouragement in these dark, cold months. </div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwpcEHCJ_myARjKWy06sVmjkBUoeT80_90kC3Ngs-2QOdfXXL5Y6RWF2ed6GVyAfwHSFdxGLukgVQJe3uyb9E55v6f7CsZagEiIJAKoZKIuq4XjQGQfZJa1wKMCDo_NoinsP5AFgbQk1WGHTkDH06-KMTKr5ikgPPhF_ubzNLdbdX_cw6fPio7Zg1USrr/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2057%2016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1000" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwpcEHCJ_myARjKWy06sVmjkBUoeT80_90kC3Ngs-2QOdfXXL5Y6RWF2ed6GVyAfwHSFdxGLukgVQJe3uyb9E55v6f7CsZagEiIJAKoZKIuq4XjQGQfZJa1wKMCDo_NoinsP5AFgbQk1WGHTkDH06-KMTKr5ikgPPhF_ubzNLdbdX_cw6fPio7Zg1USrr/w640-h541/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2057%2016.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In the borders, and in my tubs in my back yard, bulbs are already sending up their green shoots.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY7Q7fddznRaY1E88Qh8iYlahS2EMRPZw8tx6T_5FjeK82l5pvsJoHZxd3UG9yOruUFdG_yhI9ylwJlZ0qNp3iQq1TXwnCH53WMrWw2iKATULbZT4LKOKBbHy2MUYhXosIiD1Qq6mtfGU0cWlghWxiK-kuKADho_0ETUzuGqgTfgAcmt5vBrZqYzI_wAR/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2057%2044.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="1000" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY7Q7fddznRaY1E88Qh8iYlahS2EMRPZw8tx6T_5FjeK82l5pvsJoHZxd3UG9yOruUFdG_yhI9ylwJlZ0qNp3iQq1TXwnCH53WMrWw2iKATULbZT4LKOKBbHy2MUYhXosIiD1Qq6mtfGU0cWlghWxiK-kuKADho_0ETUzuGqgTfgAcmt5vBrZqYzI_wAR/w640-h514/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2057%2044.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87wXKcUKj6u2kQeq7MEZmroR6QvUA9cgv3F-7p-8qap2i6NWhCZBKyz4Y4q4kNCNBBEm4ZOptHa4AkxuSsrkoVHrSkufhVxrOKFQtRHWb8Mgm06C33xhaFj-Tbqjw2YLswUhilJSZDWzG_MOYGyzbxyAG4tej1xgldSxiT5Y3LytKxTK-G0HidfHGY3DU/w640-h640/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2059%2058.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This camellia in the nature reserve had large buds. (The colour at the back is an information board). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On my way through the park I noticed yellow crocus starting to flower, though the ground there is completely waterlogged. I'm sure they don't usually appear until mid-February. I want to say to these plants to stay furled and not to bloom yet. We surely have some more cold weather and perhaps even snow still to come and they will get browned and crushed. It seems to me that nature has lost its rhythm just a bit.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDmq-W64a1ZaPN3PjIh3z-z5Y8HRU5oXlUOja6sFlO9CXZsaBPUg4dK6D23H1XpdfQ8PiUR0L8XJwme_J95cN4nf9cddoaK7uD8YUXpKrN9X3XhZ27K6m3xLx7OrdX9lEW4m4lVbGXz5xTHvNpDAfvbZ8j021GI2LdhdRX7smEUS-y1Ft1-3NTJygnw5a/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2034%2010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="1000" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDmq-W64a1ZaPN3PjIh3z-z5Y8HRU5oXlUOja6sFlO9CXZsaBPUg4dK6D23H1XpdfQ8PiUR0L8XJwme_J95cN4nf9cddoaK7uD8YUXpKrN9X3XhZ27K6m3xLx7OrdX9lEW4m4lVbGXz5xTHvNpDAfvbZ8j021GI2LdhdRX7smEUS-y1Ft1-3NTJygnw5a/w640-h452/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2034%2010.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-67724384581793429602024-01-31T07:00:00.003+00:002024-01-31T07:00:00.148+00:00Blocked<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqELU31VSIsYsgHlTw0cqCCxlOd2t2VpqobrCQb5D2EsKk7UPy6okxy1SVpEihig13R3AWYv7E8pUPOZVEs1Dc7IEt0QNwKzoRHvh0q7DDJnFemoKHysuWHaYtedr1sWT4UJLo0SAm-hJM1B5n961dVr1EYJf71He8j_krtM_EcTPJqDM6XTqMmH2FvocY/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2032%2051.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1000" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqELU31VSIsYsgHlTw0cqCCxlOd2t2VpqobrCQb5D2EsKk7UPy6okxy1SVpEihig13R3AWYv7E8pUPOZVEs1Dc7IEt0QNwKzoRHvh0q7DDJnFemoKHysuWHaYtedr1sWT4UJLo0SAm-hJM1B5n961dVr1EYJf71He8j_krtM_EcTPJqDM6XTqMmH2FvocY/w640-h492/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2032%2051.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Everything is blocked! The purchase of my new flat is <i>still</i> stalled, and I have as yet no idea of a moving date. I'm sure it won't be too long now and suddenly everything will be frantic but right now I'm still twiddling my thumbs and trying to keep myself occupied. After a day of heavy rain on Monday, Tuesday was brighter so I went for a walk. Salts Mill is closed on Tuesdays so the paths through the mill yard were blocked. The canal towpath is blocked off for repairs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Walking across the footbridge into the park, I could see the river was pretty high, though just about within its banks. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgNBvVu7-94RN1VfyFhlFnNQvcoCRBQyT9ST-qPhyphenhyphenJufxFbHwmlSij2XHmq9qpPjW5jqY6NOj0q2CgbBcSwT9x-tFQjvC1jnmIULq-uRLWwD77SWNKVJgjSbc-TqpuKt4E6RIUoR_UePwnwdYc_fmEA15lXDBhqcsXirMMR01L_xLZGEqEJdImIQBLErw/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2032%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1000" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgNBvVu7-94RN1VfyFhlFnNQvcoCRBQyT9ST-qPhyphenhyphenJufxFbHwmlSij2XHmq9qpPjW5jqY6NOj0q2CgbBcSwT9x-tFQjvC1jnmIULq-uRLWwD77SWNKVJgjSbc-TqpuKt4E6RIUoR_UePwnwdYc_fmEA15lXDBhqcsXirMMR01L_xLZGEqEJdImIQBLErw/w640-h468/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2032%2015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEf7uNcqL9Y-vG9FrdV_Fg7mtMoKxPgHTt5zX510FWJ4OPjIXsxCb5Nmn8_4oe7E3Fjkf2AvAfz9XwZbremQdg5zVxIzqnJQVyfQy0hyryq-dYHSjIfDMprtJrA03fLqTw4-J3qgZBJ5KeMlNgjZgvxr-ymBjIpjAHdpd7UEaWVoYrfpkfIAC_uoGwmrin/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2048%2025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEf7uNcqL9Y-vG9FrdV_Fg7mtMoKxPgHTt5zX510FWJ4OPjIXsxCb5Nmn8_4oe7E3Fjkf2AvAfz9XwZbremQdg5zVxIzqnJQVyfQy0hyryq-dYHSjIfDMprtJrA03fLqTw4-J3qgZBJ5KeMlNgjZgvxr-ymBjIpjAHdpd7UEaWVoYrfpkfIAC_uoGwmrin/w640-h480/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2048%2025.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Up at Hirst Weir, the river had overtopped the bank and looked as though it was now receding a little, leaving huge puddles to reflect the blue sky. The ducks were exploring beyond where they can normally go. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifniyt-uW_jj_GVhlM_JYLG2pfbCgkqXG1D4cWN7YbFyyCcFOy9oh5XLdPVMBXOrdKh6qXb79PMKKJFqrdhomVmGTlECHvKQs3k_mHt6DVgb7ip1BQhup0qWjIUUKXAY41CfEZHGrlC-eed5YiYvwBl6tLoQuKLqMrEon7b_Z8QmtxHd_iimhWKSv9pn7/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2049%2006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="1000" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifniyt-uW_jj_GVhlM_JYLG2pfbCgkqXG1D4cWN7YbFyyCcFOy9oh5XLdPVMBXOrdKh6qXb79PMKKJFqrdhomVmGTlECHvKQs3k_mHt6DVgb7ip1BQhup0qWjIUUKXAY41CfEZHGrlC-eed5YiYvwBl6tLoQuKLqMrEon7b_Z8QmtxHd_iimhWKSv9pn7/w640-h454/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2049%2006.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The depth marker was almost submerged. (I wouldn't fancy living in that house opposite. I presume they have some flood barriers but it still looks quite vulnerable.) A man walking his dog reported that the riverside path was impassable unless you had wellies. I didn't, so I turned round and went back.... Blocked at every turn! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRC_mcm1O9kWZGwWl3lyJWDDzI1Uurq1z8jiq-KQJOSZQXkUkw1oltMyAUWwvQX7g1gUIkU_bJqoeqDSuivdh2Eg3gf5auJfyWmIkSEK36w-EQWqUZypZi1JvWadfY1NVp6qjvii_s546BNPu3O5J4K4K1zji_6_C0o7_Nz_g8l3KPvC4K6YlQhYad__nk/s1000/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2049%2040.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRC_mcm1O9kWZGwWl3lyJWDDzI1Uurq1z8jiq-KQJOSZQXkUkw1oltMyAUWwvQX7g1gUIkU_bJqoeqDSuivdh2Eg3gf5auJfyWmIkSEK36w-EQWqUZypZi1JvWadfY1NVp6qjvii_s546BNPu3O5J4K4K1zji_6_C0o7_Nz_g8l3KPvC4K6YlQhYad__nk/w640-h480/Photo%2030-01-2024,%2011%2049%2040.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-53141857290598486442024-01-30T07:00:00.010+00:002024-01-30T07:00:00.141+00:00The Chippindales! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvPQ98wTi7-N7nwznNfsG8o6sFDDYWDEPOJEiLOZkpTylDcfHnU_-UHwnJyZ7fW6q4OVxmINOawrgr65PR_rAUxGcu9z7Q6B61c2vP2E5Sjd1S6TwWkTLz6chwQh6K84O8dxq8JfdgkNocdDBIySoSZfC47pxsKUpgZBF9VEluKzuUeBk3mlsHvm39hLB/s1000/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2011%2032%2026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="1000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvPQ98wTi7-N7nwznNfsG8o6sFDDYWDEPOJEiLOZkpTylDcfHnU_-UHwnJyZ7fW6q4OVxmINOawrgr65PR_rAUxGcu9z7Q6B61c2vP2E5Sjd1S6TwWkTLz6chwQh6K84O8dxq8JfdgkNocdDBIySoSZfC47pxsKUpgZBF9VEluKzuUeBk3mlsHvm39hLB/w640-h450/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2011%2032%2026.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Men at work! This made me laugh, only because The Chippendales (for those who've been asleep for the last forty odd years) are an all-male dance troupe known for striptease performances. Anyway, there were some hunky chaps hard at work on the canal towpath as I walked past. It has been closed off between Shipley and Hirst Lock for extensive repairs, widening and laying a hard surface. It is a much-used stretch and should be considerably more pleasant and less muddy underfoot when it is done.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Like a small child, I could stand for ages watching workmen doing these kinds of jobs. The digger was lifting gravel from a barge onto the towpath, and then others were spreading it and rolling it smooth and level. I gather this is the underlayer, which will be covered in tarmac. Then a binding layer of natural gravel will be applied in the spring.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7gfIbDN_M-NL4xmb44YUdt-VH-6xZ3qsm2UAH_7J1rptqv02plqFM8KSjpXHpQzkmjORWEAMpPFXwiwKyzHQd4VwchHFQBOK1Ys8-MsXYMmmL-8f-N3b73_RwQP0A_4_Vt80YEdFSBNHt9jkxUYg8Yg_7KqWv9AqLJpNzuZrh4GpsbJg76qbofDoSd-X/s1000/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2012%2021%2046.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7gfIbDN_M-NL4xmb44YUdt-VH-6xZ3qsm2UAH_7J1rptqv02plqFM8KSjpXHpQzkmjORWEAMpPFXwiwKyzHQd4VwchHFQBOK1Ys8-MsXYMmmL-8f-N3b73_RwQP0A_4_Vt80YEdFSBNHt9jkxUYg8Yg_7KqWv9AqLJpNzuZrh4GpsbJg76qbofDoSd-X/w640-h320/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2012%2021%2046.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355100412290227.post-72212529920947372692024-01-29T07:00:00.007+00:002024-01-29T07:00:00.134+00:00The New Mill<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVXidiSQA4LLwyumhtjmY2w-0QLpiTmawJwfx_pAQ2iqqoeGwOMaEjE_naAIE1bgRKL-qeoZkc96KoqbxpjiFidHLP2UvsEpPWG2pUNz2zSdWVU6eLAOXLSdPJUSd0ECn4oLvezKrv7fGdAKt1IG3DA5M7nu5iNIxqtOYQAo9q_zrCZgCb5AUgqLd_R9y/s1000/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2011%2029%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="1000" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVXidiSQA4LLwyumhtjmY2w-0QLpiTmawJwfx_pAQ2iqqoeGwOMaEjE_naAIE1bgRKL-qeoZkc96KoqbxpjiFidHLP2UvsEpPWG2pUNz2zSdWVU6eLAOXLSdPJUSd0ECn4oLvezKrv7fGdAKt1IG3DA5M7nu5iNIxqtOYQAo9q_zrCZgCb5AUgqLd_R9y/w640-h384/Photo%2025-01-2024,%2011%2029%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Saltaire's New Mill looked rather glorious in some weak winter sunshine, outlined against a moody sky. Built in 1868, when the main Salts Mill needed more capacity, it was again extended in 1871 to house a dye works. It was designed by Lockwood and Mawson, the architects responsible for both Salts Mill and the village of Saltaire, using similar materials. The grand chimney is modelled on the tower of <span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari in Venice. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was extensively refurbished in 1992/3 and now contains offices for Bradford NHS (Health Authority) and 98 privately owned apartments on the canalside. I did at one stage consider buying one of them. They are very nice but most of them get little sunshine. They face north/south and the south side is shadowed by Salts Mill just across the canal. Despite being in Saltaire village they are actually quite cut-off too, with a long uphill walk into the village and shops. Fine if you have a car but not so good if you're an old lady with a walking stick. (Which I might be, one day.) I did hear once that the late lamented Paul O'Grady (drag comedian and presenter) had a holiday flat here and could occasionally be spotted walking his dog in the park. </span></span></div><p></p>jennyfreckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12221511824958069710noreply@blogger.com4