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UK2018 Trip - Dec 1
We are staying at the Premier Inn in Halifax, West Yorskshire. It is clean, comfy, and well maintained, with an excellent shower - perfectly suitable for us in every respect but one: its free wifi is cranky, spotty, and at times dead. (The fact that they also explicitly advertise the availability of their higher-performance paid wifi raises a suspicious eyebrow.)
As I have found in other locations in England, I found charming features in Halifax including cobbled streets:
interesting chimneys -- note the points on top of these ones, like cartoon crowns:
and lovely old buildings:
(some blurred by rain on my lens -- England is living up to its wet reputation on this visit so far):
While downtown this morning I determined the location of all the places I will likely need to revisit (such as Costa for coffee, Marks & Spencer for groceries, and Pound Bakery for sausage rolls). I also again noticed (as I discussed last year) the profusion of beautiful ladies -- beautiful in spirit as well as features. Plus it struck me what a large percentage of them are blondes -- today is the first time I realized that Canada doesn't display the same amount of blondeness as here. In Scandinavia I would expect it -- here, it took me by surprise.
Lunch today included an egg whose yolk was bright orange -- indisputably orange -- and tasted so rich, it was wonderful.
This afternoon our friend Margery drove us to the village of Hebden Bridge to see the shops and Christmas fair. On the way over, she took the back country roads, and showed us scenery of rolling green hills and steep wooded slopes and winding trails, scenery of such gorgeousness that I was rendered speechless and nearly broke into tears. This was my moment, which happens at least once every visit, when I yearned with all my soul to live here. (No chance for pics of this epiphanal scenery, alas.)
But I did get some shots of Hebden Bridge itself -- buildings rising up the slopes:
the wooded ridge that snuggles the town:
more cobbled streets:
And there actually is a Hebden Bridge in Hebden Bridge:
But my guess that it spans the River Hebden was incorrect -- it spans the River Calder, home of numerous ducks:
Night falls early when you are this far north:
And the Christmas tree near the fair is already lit:
As I have found in other locations in England, I found charming features in Halifax including cobbled streets:
interesting chimneys -- note the points on top of these ones, like cartoon crowns:
and lovely old buildings:
(some blurred by rain on my lens -- England is living up to its wet reputation on this visit so far):
While downtown this morning I determined the location of all the places I will likely need to revisit (such as Costa for coffee, Marks & Spencer for groceries, and Pound Bakery for sausage rolls). I also again noticed (as I discussed last year) the profusion of beautiful ladies -- beautiful in spirit as well as features. Plus it struck me what a large percentage of them are blondes -- today is the first time I realized that Canada doesn't display the same amount of blondeness as here. In Scandinavia I would expect it -- here, it took me by surprise.
Lunch today included an egg whose yolk was bright orange -- indisputably orange -- and tasted so rich, it was wonderful.
This afternoon our friend Margery drove us to the village of Hebden Bridge to see the shops and Christmas fair. On the way over, she took the back country roads, and showed us scenery of rolling green hills and steep wooded slopes and winding trails, scenery of such gorgeousness that I was rendered speechless and nearly broke into tears. This was my moment, which happens at least once every visit, when I yearned with all my soul to live here. (No chance for pics of this epiphanal scenery, alas.)
But I did get some shots of Hebden Bridge itself -- buildings rising up the slopes:
the wooded ridge that snuggles the town:
more cobbled streets:
And there actually is a Hebden Bridge in Hebden Bridge:
But my guess that it spans the River Hebden was incorrect -- it spans the River Calder, home of numerous ducks:
Night falls early when you are this far north:
And the Christmas tree near the fair is already lit: