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A new government building goes up in Blackpool. The famous tower is still visible through the framing. Soon it will be obfuscated by bureaucracy.

An air vent on an old shop front. One of those simple period details that has survived remodeling over time.

Tarte is cooling. A bit overdone. First time i baked like this in many years. It's very therapeutic. Hopefully it will be edible!

"The biggest problems occur at the interface," I was once told. I wonder how the new buildings will interface with the old ones still standing.

from my back garden

Veggie soup ready to go.

📷 Google Pixel 8 Pro - Lake District, Cumbria, England, UK - High Resolution Shot (50MP)

I hope you all have a happy and safe time in the days and years to come. Namaste 🙏

Hawthorn berries ripening in the afternoon sunshine.

There was a lull in service today and I found some licorice all sorts. Idle hands, etc 😅

A kind observation about color cast ... I don't see blues very well. My new kitchen light plays havoc with my pictures. it seems!

 

Do. here's another go at showing my latest garlic press. What do you reckon?

Elmer the Patchwork Elephant was inspired by the mascot for Bordeaux Zoo.

As an introduction to diversity it's a great set of books. Read more here:

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elmer_the_Patchwork_Elephant

I don't usually bother with lunch, other than a sammy or bowl of soup. But today I don't feel like walking far, even in the sunshine.

 

While watching a doco about Tony Blair on YouTube (interesting stuff) I cut the cauliflower into florets, tossed in garlic powder and sesame seeds, and air fried for 25 minutes. Peas into the nuke and some leftover marinara sauce was extended with yogurt. Finished with some grated cheese.

Fill in the blank pages with joy, fun, and love.

Metamorphosis of Daphne by German artist Anneliese Henecka, created in 1973.

The thing I love about Italian bikes is that most of them fit me.

My friend is telling me to get another bike. It's been a while since my last one. This would be great but prudence tells me to get a smaller one for a year.

 

Isn't this gorgeous!

When Morecambe was still a fishing town, this is where the nets were laid out to dry and be repaired.

National Trust

📷 Google Pixel 8 Pro - Main Sensor (50MP) - Throwback December 2024 - Lyth Hill, Shropshire

Mold appeared around this offshoot. A sprinkling of sodium bicarbonate will change the soil pH and suppress the mold safely.

The Secret Suites and Apart Hotel are conversions of former industrial buildings. Each suite is unique and finished to a high standard. It must be one of the quietest spots in town.

in the back garden

Walking past the Roman baths. Watch out for those slippy leaves.

Gala apples, a lime, ginger root, peanuts, dates, mint, water. Blitz for 30 seconds. Drink now and chill the rest.

From green through cream, then pink, and now this. The season draws to its inexorable end.

Walking along the street while eating chips is not recommended.

Erysimum or wallflowers make an uplifting appearance. Today's walk was almost pain-free and sights like this made the day even more of a joy.

Theaster Gates, Black Vessel for a Saint, 2017

Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

English is not replete with words to describe a rainy day. I look north, to my Scottish cousins, who have the useful word, dreich. It's from the old Norse word, drjúgr, which means patient and long-suffering. To put up with weather like this when it is supposed to be sunny and warm would make anyone drjúgr, or dreich (which now means a damp, grey day). It's the kind of rain that soaks you before you even realise!

Breakfast brew. Happy Monday, everyone.

The full, 'Wolf' moon is tomorrow, but this woke me up this morning. I seldom close the curtains but I might tonight 🐺🌕

Whittards of Chelsea has been trading for almost 140 years. They have survived the London Blitz, family tragedies, and changing tastes.

 

This is one of their cheery cups that I found the other day. Perfectly sized for a breakfast cappuccino.

Ulverston Station

For the first time this year I felt the warmth of the sun. I was suddenly aware of the mind boggling heat at the face of the sun and how it dissipates until it arrives here at a bearable temperature.

It's an oak but I'm not sure which specific kind.

I like the complexity of its branches. Makes me think it's quercus sinuata, which is American. So what brings it to the canalside in northwest England?

Forget daylight savings, UTC, GMT, Mountain Time, etc. Lunar time is reliable, easy to understand, and relatable to daily life.

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