I often think that West Yorkshire – the county in which I now, once again, live – is a microcosm of Britain. Urban yet rural, modern yet old, beautiful yet ugly, cherished yet neglected… When I cycle, my commute to work, from near the village of Stainland to Square Chapel Arts Centre in Halifax is all of these and more. I only spend half the working week at the Arts Centre and, for complex logistical reasons that, in the suspicious minds of some readers might be interpreted as feeble excuses, the situation at the end of last week was that I was at home at 7pm on Friday evening… and my bicycle was at work. So, this lunchtime I set off, on foot, along the general route of my normal cycling commute, camera – the new Canon EOS 80D (see previous post) – in hand, with two objectives in mind. Firstly to fetch the bike. Secondly, to capture the route of my cycles to and from work on film, or whatever that noun should be in the digital age. Some interesting contrasts were observed and recorded.
I may have been on foot, but plenty of others were on two wheels:
Objective achieved, bicycle recovered… and a rain-drenched cycle home to end of the day. My punishment, perhaps, for those feeble excuses.