Snow-ta Photo

I’m watching Tranmere v Wolves in the FA Cup (and currently Tranmere are all over the visitors like an aggressive gravy) so I’m giving you a snow-ta photo.
It’s like a quota photo, but with snow (see what I did there?).

This is one my Dad took on New Year’s Eve. Beautiful.
My parents arrived back home on 10th December from a 6 week tour of  Australia. It was 3°C in Sheffield that day and it hasn’t got that warm again since. The forecast until Friday gives a daily maximum of 0°C or below.

Happy days.

What were the skies like when you were young?

What were the skies like when you were young?

They went on forever – They – When I w- We lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in ’em, and, uh… they were long… and clear and… there were lots of stars at night. And, uh, when it would rain, it would all turn – it- They were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact. Um, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire, and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere. That’s uh, neat cause I used to look at them all the time, when I was little. You don’t see that. You might still see them in the desert.

Of course, there are no deserts in Sheffield, where I grew up. And while there may have been little fluffy clouds, there were (of course) a lot of days with grey clouds and even some with no clouds at all. Much like Cape Town, where I am now – although I can’t actually see a single cloud out of my study window right now.

One thing I remember seeing a lot of as a kid in Sheffield was vapour trails from aircraft passing far overhead on the Great Circle Route. That’s one thing that you don’t see in Cape Town. Geographically, it makes perfect sense: to leave a vapour trail, a plane must be above 8,000m (26,000ft) and why would any plane be over Cape Town at that height? Where would it have come from and where would it be going?
The planes we see here in the Cape (like this example from today, which was what got me thinking about this) are generally on their way in or out of the local airport.

That’s what makes this photo by arepeegee particularly special – because it has vapour trail, elements of a sunset and it’s taken in Sheffield.

I almost felt homesick, but then I looked out of the window at my no clouds and had another beer and things were all ok again.

Half a world away…

A couple of photos taken this morning.
One of mine, taken in Cape Town, featuring my boy and False Bay:

And one of my Dad’s, taken in Sheffield, featuring his back garden:

And although for many it might seem to be a no-brainer, I’m actually struggling to decide where I would rather be right now…

Oh Christ – we beat the pigs!

Such were the unusual circumstances in which I found myself over the weekend and such were the demands of Sky TV for a Friday evening kick off that I’ve just had a “oh christ, I’ve left the iron on!” moment.

score

I can’t believe I didn’t blog about this earlier, but I see no harm in blogging about it now.

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Not that there’s much to blog about. Thrilling game. We won, they didn’t.

Which is all as it should be.

Eccy Rd Hoff Stolen

Via @arepeejee and @sheffieldblog on twitter:

Hoff is gone
Hoff is gone

One can only hope that Sky News run with this like they did with Madeleine McCann (not literally) but with a more successful outcome. That’s probably the only way that the Hoff will be found.

However – and here’s a note to people up and down Ecclesall Road whose Hoff has been stolen – it would be more helpful if the posters in the window actually detailed exactly how we could help. What exactly do you need us to do?

Further information surrounding his disappearance would also be of assistance: When did it happen? Had he been drinking? Did you note any suspicious characters around? Did he leave his orange shorts? And have you informed the police (other than by way of handwritten posters in the front window)?

I’m sure we all hope that the Hoff is recovered soon and will watch the front windows of Eccy Rd for further updates.

Afterthought: Just noted that it actually states “the Hoff was stolen”. Perhaps this is some admission that the Hoff, who presumably used to be in their possession was actually not their Hoff to begin with. Or something.