After being punted off my bike last week I have not been too interested in doing anything other than the normal stuff so walking around filling photoblog entries has not been top agenda so it's back to archive pictures.
This picture is of the RSS Discovery. It wasn't that interesting at the time because at the time I was on holiday in Scotland and I chose the best pictures of the day and this day I published pictures of the Unicorn. So here is a picture of the RSS Discovery a ship build to go to the Antarctic that left Dundee and now is back in Dundee for you to have a look at.
Right in the middle of the castle at Skipton is a tree. Well I say in the middle but it's more toward the front but to all intents and purposes since it's surrounded on all sides by castle it may as well as be in the middle.
The tree must have been there for many years and provides the courtyard with a sort of magical quality and provides some shade from the sun. The bench seat around the bottom of the tree would have been nice to sit under in most weathers. Then all of a sudden I realized it. I have been to many castles in my time and none have had much athletic qualities for obvious reasons. Malaga castle does have terrace gardens but it was less to do with planting posies such like for flower pressing and more to do with surviving a siege. This courtyard is not so practical which brought me to the only conclusion that this part of the castle was designed by a woman or we were seeing homosexual tenancies in the architect. All I need now with this tree is a good book and gin and tonic. Cheers.
Similar to a picture taken in Florence this is a picture of the sun in a window of Skipton castle. This time I had to wait less time. From what I remember of the Florence picture I camped out there with my girlfriend waiting for the sun to come back out from behind the clouds. Also this time I had my QTEK and not a decent camera to counteract any underexposure that could be caused by the sun being directed straight into the camera.
At the start of this weekend I didn't hold out any hope for pictures of any kind. Down at the thought that this might be the third week of no pictures or at least the idea of trawling though the bad bunch of photos I have saved to find some archive pictures, I went shopping. After a spin around the shops we passed John Rylands Library which I have visited recently and I reckon it definitely worth a visit.
It's interesting to find that it was built by his wife after his death, and it's also interesting to find that there used to be a Rylands shop and factory premises in the shops surrounding Piccadilly gardens. If you want to know more, it's probably best to ignore my half accurate prattle and read the Wikipedia entry. Failing that get it from the horses mouth as it were and pop along to this great church-like library.
As I was trying to take this picture a bus stopped at the bus stop in front of me, and just like the picture of the Hellfire Club someone on the bus decided to get in on the action and a knobhead at the back of the bus decided the best course of action was to wave. I'm never really sure why people do this. I wonder if his thought process was a little like this "Ah that looks like a great shot of the Rylands Library, the only think that would make the shot better would be me in the corner of the picture waving like a dick".
It's been a busy weekend and half way through I thought. This will be a great post for Zamyatin, I had so many stories to tell but never noted anything down, but hey. I think you'd have been surprised by an interesting post.
The start of the weekend was all about a broken computer. Semi fixed we headed out to Hazel Grove of all places. I was happy to do this as I needed a break from trying to do a system re-shag. It was an uneventful visit, with charity shops and pound shops aplenty punctuated with a visit to a pet shop and then the peas of resistance which was a proper chippy. Once in we parked ourselves we were served up a rather average meal. Despite that I loved it. It's been ages since I've been to a sit down meal in a chippy, despite chips being under done, the sausage being pink in the middle, they had no bread so I had a barm and the pot of tea turned out to be a cup. Despite it all, it was fantastic.
Back to the picture. Just down from the Civic Hall there is a small park which seems to be dedicated to people who died in World War II. This is the Memorial in the middle which has this impressive (I think that's the word) grass cross on the floor. It's a strange place but quite nice. Just as we walked round the cross in the pic someone sat smoking roll-ups decided to start playing a clip of a cheap high energy classic from the early 90's. It was a strange situation believe you me.