For whatever reason, this photograph says Halifax to me. Although I was born seven miles away in Bradford and now live four miles away in Huddersfield, Halifax as always been - and always will be - home. The built environment - whether it was built fifty years ago or one hundred and fifty years ago - cannot overwhelm the shape of the landscape, the rise and fall of the hills.
This is a scene I keep returning to: I can never pass the concrete Burdock Way Overpass without taking out whatever camera I may have with me. My adolescent eye was captured by these concrete curves forty years ago and I have been returning to them ever since.
More deck chairs, but an entirely different scene. We are now looking across the South Downs from the splendour of the gardens of Polesden Lacey House - a great Victorian/Edwardian country house constructed out of the eye-watering profits of the McEwens Brewery. Cheers! - or should it be Chairs!
We recently spent a night at the Oakley Court Hotel near Windsor - a splendidly spooky place on the banks of the River Thames. Whilst there, I discovered that it had been used as the set for the films "The Brides of Dracula" and "The Plague Of The Zombies". Laster, I also discovered that my good friend Jane Gordon-Cumming had used it as the setting for her novel "A Proper Family Christmas". A large house - a small world.
In the shadow of the massive stone walls of Windsor Castle stands the Duchess of Cambridge Pub. In the shadows of the Duchess of Cambridge Pub sits someone who is highly unlikely to be the Duchess of Cambridge.
Deep within Windsor Station there is a small shop - Havana House - that sells the finest malt whisky and the very finest Havana cigars. Next to the door is a sign proclaiming "Welcome To Paradise". Was ever a truer word written?
Timbered Building, High Street, Bishop's Castle, Shropshire
Bishop's Castle takes its name from the castle built by the Bishop Of Hereford on land given to him in Saxon Times by Edwin Shakehead. By far the most fascinating part of that explanation is that someone could have the name Edwin Shakehead. Wonderful!
Just around the corner from the old petrol pump is parked - permanently, it is to be hoped - this old rust-covered contraption. I love the way the seat has been protected from the elements by a plastic bag, just in case some dare-devil owner decides they want a rustic ride.
A strange combination : a petrol pump which must have been last used when cars with running boards were running by, and a plaque to a school (Harford House Private Girls School 1860-70) which must have last resonated with the songs of young schoolgirls when schoolgirls sang rather that texted.