Last walk of 2020

It’s been a long year.

Here it is in close-up:

Sometimes it felt like struggling through tangled branches…

Or going through odd places, seeing things from a different angle:

It seemed to go on and on…

Until the last sunset

In the absence of the promised New Year’s Eve party – cancelled due to tightening restrictions (York got moved to Tier 3) – our walk south of the city was the perfect send-off.

Goodnight, 2020. A weird, cruel and thought-provoking year.

Floods: The long way home

Last week’s floods sabotaged my usual walk home from work – or at least, the part of it that involves a low-lying field near Millennium Bridge.

At first it almost looked as if Rowntree Park had opened a new lido:

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But that was before the height of it! On one final day I just-about got away with wading across the said field – higher than the path that runs through it – in my posh boots (they held!!) but then the waters rose higher and I had to admit defeat…

Here’s a duck who shouldn’t really be able to swim that near Skeldergate Bridge’s parapet: 87866012_10157381736383882_1410850645967110144_o.jpg

An optimistic life-belt:86970189_10157359913353882_7295310386742427648_o.jpg

Street-lights looking eerie87937523_10157398453188882_1332413225903325184_o.jpg

Skeldergate – I think that’s one of those classic shots someone always does during York floods:87483293_10157379232973882_4954797237579284480_o.jpg

And just to remind everybody that not all of the city succumbed, here are our city walls by twilight, the same evening:88083949_10157398427283882_1714587846922207232_o.jpg

After all, it is supposed to be spring!88212679_10157398452483882_5780894949553733632_o.jpg