Category: Hertfordshiny
Living in North Hertfordshire – not a bad place to be.
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Rainbow over Hitchin
Yeah, yeah, it’s not the most intellectually challenging or politically charge thing I’ve ever posted here but what the heck – I like rainbows, OK? And when one appears over the back garden it’s impossible to resist running outside with a camera.
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Worst job ever?
I saw this gloomy fellow by the side of the road in Stevenage a week or so back as I was driving home from work.
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The passing of time
Continuing my brain-dump of photos and days out from recent months, these pictures date back to my birthday in March when we went for a wander around one of my childhood haunts, Hitchwood.
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One January night in Walsworth
I’ve been having a rummage through my old photo directories, looking for sets I meant to post but never got around to. Here’s one from January 7th this year, of a sunset in Walsworth.
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Scratching under the surface in Baldock
So I was in Baldock today, taking the car in for its MOT, and was left with more than an hour to kill pottering around town and seeing what there is to see.
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As cold as a very cold thing
Several days of sub-zero temperatures left Hitchin frosted over – no snow on the ground, but a white coating on plants, trees and derelict cobwebs that picked them out as if spray-canned.
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It’s only cold when you’re losing
Last night our local football team, Hitchin Town FC of the Zamaretto League division one central, knocked their entry prices down to a fiver and we decided to go along and watch the game.
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Labour of love
I’m no fan of the Labour Party at all, or its doings, but I was impressed by one item among the usual drivel in its latest local newsletter.
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Give me 12 inches (and make me a wig)
The fear of going bald does strange things to a man – just ask Mark Oaten. Thing is, there’s no turning back from it.
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Christmas spirit
Christmas spiritChristmas pudding, brandy, white sauce and pies appear on the dinner table
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The stripe in the sky
Today I was working near Wycombe, about 15 miles away as the crow flies (I reckon) from the oil refinery fire out Hemel way. Incidentally, I have a chequered relationship with Hemel Hempstead – I was fostered there for a while before I was adopted, and later as a schoolboy I lost control on the…