Back in the early summer, I (Ben) found myself with time to kill. I'd taken the car in for servicing, and so had about 6 hours to myself in Bingley. Not normally a problem, I'd just go to a relatives house, but at that point Lockdown was still well and truly in effect. Nor could I travel home, as the whole 'Essential Travel Only' thing still applied to public transport.
At least it was a nice day, so I packed my boots and camera, and set off on my old stomping grounds of the Leeds-Liverpool canal towpath, my regular commute to work back when I was gainfully employed in Saltaire.
I dropped down from the towpath into Hirst Wood, retracing places I regularly used to use for photography projects.
Well, it wouldn't be a Benjy day out without some railway photography, as Northern continued at great expense shifting carriages full of fresh air around (having basically told passengers to bugger-off on official advice).
I got a bit bored of normal shots, so started trying some more abstract stuff with reflections...
By this point I realised I'd only killed about 2 hours, so set off for Thackley back along the canal. Not a lot to photograph out this far, and lots of people not socially distancing on the canal towpath...
Back to Hirst Wood, and the back route into Bingley where the famous Cottingley Faeries hoax was carried out. Not that nice and magical a spot at the time of my visit, it has to be said.
Round the back of the sports club... I keep thinking I ought to do a project sometime on creepy deserted sheds and shipping containers.
Finally, mid-afternoon, the garage said I could pick up the car, so I headed back into Bingley. Not a bad day in terms of a mix of things to photograph, but it would have been a hell of a lot more unpleasant had the weather been poor.
Last shot of the day, at Crossflatts. Network Rail measurement train heading to Derby.
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