G is for Ginnel….. A ginnel (pronounced with a hard “g”) is a narrow passage between two rows of houses. It is a regional word often used in the North of England to denote the alley between two rows of the Victorian “back-to-back” houses so commonly found in this part of the country. …..and H is for Hares By the sheerest of coincidences, our two cats, Misty and Bluejohn, were both lying in front of hares at the same time and in the same room the other day. Anyone who has a cat knows that you certainly can’t get them to pose. (The old adage about herding kittens comes to mind). Remarkably they both maintained their positions long enough (about 3 minutes) for me to grab my camera and get these photographs: This is my post for Cee’s Black & White Challenge which this week is the Letters G and H. Why not click on the icon below to see what our fellow bloggers from around the world have come up with:
It’s relatively easy to be green when you’re a Forest God: It’s a bit easier when you’re a Shield Bug: But when you’re a Grasshopper, it’s so easy that you never need to give it a second thought: For another Green post , see Going Green in Barca. For more interpretations on the theme of green from bloggers worldwide, click on the link below: WORDPRESS Photo Challenge: It is Easy to be Green
“Hebden Bridge: The Fourth Funkiest Town in the World”, was the description of this West Yorkshire market town in an edition of a British Airways in-flight magazine. If there are three places funkier than Hebden Bridge, then I’d love to see them. (Apparently they are: Daylesford in Australia, Tiradentes in Brazil and Burlington in Vermont). On one of our visits there last year, we’d hoped to take really striking photographs; we’d imagined reflections on the canal of brightly coloured narrowboats, framed by blue sky and and all that. A veritable photographer’s paradise. However, it was raining, the water in the Rochdale Canal was greenish grey and the sky even greyer. None of this was at all unexpected or out of the ordinary as we are talking about a west-facing town high in the Pennine Hills in the North of England. After a wander around the trendy shops and a lunch stop, the rain had lessened enough for a walk along the towpath. I became fascinated with all the different things that people put on top of their narrowboats, never thinking that these photographs would ever appear in a post. Everything from Bambi to a Bicycle: From a Gro-Bag […]
More Oddballs found in Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter, for Cee’s OddBall Challenge this week Some things are indescribable. Words just don’t do them justice and you have to see them for yourself. I think these supermarket trolleys come into that category: And how about Dr Death’s welcoming smile at the pharmacy door:
E is for Evening Meal……. …….and F is for Filleting Fish very Fast as these stallholders were doing at LaBoqueria Market: All Low-Key Street Photography images from my archives for this week’s Black&White Challenge: Letters E and F Perhaps next week’s will be brighter.Or perhaps not. This is a fun challenge to do and there were as many interpretations are there are bloggers in the universe. So why not click on the icon to see some variations on the theme?
“The Witch is Escaping from her Grave! Quick, get a Boulder!” Now, whilst these might not be the exact words spoken on that fateful day in 1705 when Meg Shelton, the Fylde Witch, escaped from her grave for the SECOND time, someone must have said something like it. Meg Shelton, aka the Fylde Hag, aka the Woodplumpton Witch died in 1705 when she was crushed between barrel and a wall. She was buried in the churchyard of St Anne’s Church in the Lancashire village of Woodplumpton. As Meg was renowned for having the ability to change shape at will, escaping from a grave might not have been too taxing a problem for her. Perhaps she changed into a worm and wriggled out? She was duly reburied and…..yes…….our Meg escaped again. The solution for her THIRD burial was to dig a deep and very narrow shaft, put her in it headfirst and seal it off with a large boulder. The worthy villagers reckoned that if she started digging when she was headfirst in her grave, then she’d go deeper and deeper. Meg’s grave is Close to the church. (I didn’t know that witches were buried in churchyards, but hey! what do I […]
Designer Shoes: the Fantasy I saw all these shoes in a marvellous independent shop in the trendy Yorkshire town of Hebden Bridge. Oh, to be a Bright Young Thing and have small, pointy feet! My Shoes: the Reality: So inspired was I by all these colourful designer shoes on my screen, I thought I’d show you what the well dressed blogger is wearing this morning on her feet. (Well, it is a cold wet, wintery day and my house clogs are so very comfortable) Thanks to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: View from the Side for giving me the idea for this post.