It is the undoubtedly magnificent cathedral of York–and here I give you the pics.
Dean’s Park. It was wort it coming here in autumn, for sure.
In addition to the normal entry fee (£11.50, valid for 12 months), you can also purchase a trip to the tower for an extra fiver. This means climbing up 275 steps. When I was offered this, my immediate thought was, I probably won’t regret it, so I said yes.
I didn’t regret it.
Although when the woman selling the tickets told me about 275 steps, it never occurred to me it would be this:
I’ve never climbed that high up a spiral staircase, so yay for another new experience!
Trips up the tower are done in groups at regular intervals, so I just joined the next available one.
This is Friends Meeting House in Lancaster. The building featured previously in my post Things That Look Like Faces, which was my contribution to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge.
I don’t have any more photos of this building, so the bonus here is going to be this sign on the side of the house on the opposite side of street.
When I took these pictures, I had no idea what Friends Meeting was–I even feared I was not supposed to actually photograph that house and was doing something naughty. That’s why I only took the one sole pic. Now, of course, I know it’s the Quakers and it seems disrespectful to be using their meeting house for things-that-look-like-faces type of internet thing.
I’ve not done this ever but I had such a productive year of photography, I decided to post some pics from this year that didn’t make it to Some Photoblog. I will also look back to some of my memorable posts from this year.
A snail, snapped not far from my neighbourhood.
City Tower in Manchester city centre. Taken by my smartphone, from the Piccadilly Bus Station. I like this angle.
Radcliffe area, near Bury, north of Manchester. Not quite the moors of Yorkshire, but still offers a great scope for imagination, as Anne of Green Gables would say.
This is in the above mentioned Bury, away form the town centre. Proper farm area, I heard cockerels and everything!
Save the best for last, this is Formby. Visiting Formby was definitely one of the highlights of the year for me. Here I am holding a pinecone, which I have actually kept and even used it in my autumnal and Christmas still life posts!
To say 2018 has been a turbulent year is not an exaggeration. The Beast of the East freezing conditions in February and March were followed by scorching hot summer (there was like four months, of no rain in Manchester and that happens, like, never). Climate change is here–so what are we gonna do about it?
Elsewhere, politically, I best not to even talk about it–but a huge shout out to Ireland, who knows how to do referendums right! (They voted in favour of making abortions legal, which is an issue I will never not feel strongly about, even when I’m dead in the grave.) I also went to two anti-Brexit marches, the second of which was attended by 700,000 people; an event I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Creatively for me it’s been the best year ever. I took over 1000 photographs between May and July, ran a dystopian series, blogged about Kindle eBooks, ducks and trees that look like Yggdrasil. Although I wish WordPress didn’t kill their Weekly Photo Challenge. That was not cool, guys.
So there it is, my 2018 end-of-year recap.
Raise your glasses for 2019 and let’s hope for the best.
If you live in Manchester, or have visited this city any time lately, you’ll know that there is a LOT of construction work going on. New buildings are rising up in every corner of the city centre and you can’t see the sky for the cranes (well, not literally, but you know what I mean).
I’m not here to debate whether this is good or bad for the city, or the fact that the moment a new skyscraper springs up, the number of homeless people on the streets increases. I’m just here to post pictures.
I love how they came out on these photos–so razor-sharp they cut the air.
So I finally got a chance to go and see Radcliffe Tower. Radcliffe Tower is a tower (or what remains of it) in Radcliffe, a small town near Manchester. I have posted some shots of Radcliffe before, though that was a bleak November scenery.
I couldn’t get any nearer, the tower is surrounded by a fence.
I don’t know whether it’s available to public at all, ever, I haven’t been able to find out any info about any trail, as mentioned on this notice board, or anything else. I would really like to photograph the tower closer.
Anyone reading this who is from this neighbourhood? Anyone out there knows this place or perhaps been to this Trail and can give more details? Tell us in the comments!
Abney Hall is a house–or more like mansion–in Cheadle, part of Greater Manchester. Here, I give you some pics from my recent trip there.
It’s a Grade II listed building that now houses offices and, as far as I know, is closed to the public. It is surrounded by a park, of which I will post photos separately in a future entry.
The last private owner of Abney Hall was James Watts. He married a lady called Margaret Miller, who was the sister of one of my favourite people to ever have lived in this world–the writer Agatha Christie! Agatha used to visit here often and wrote some of her stories during her stays. She had based some of those big country houses that feature in her books on Abney.
You can imagine me walking the grounds there, going like, OMG she stood at the same place I am standing right now! Ah, those fangirl moments.
More brutalistic architecture today; this time a canteen of an office building. I was thinking of the canteen in George Orwell’s Ministry of Truth in 1984, though that one was underground.
The lunch queue jerked slowly forward. The room was already very full and deafeningly noisy. From the grille at the counter the steam of stew came pouring forth, with a sour metallic smell which did not quite overcome the fumes of Victory Gin.
This was also the place where Winston and Julia arranged their first date, over spoonfuls of stew.