Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

After City Lights

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I’ve been to not one, but two cities this week, Wednesday saw me entombed for the day in a Manchester hotel and over the weekend I’ve been staying in Leeds city centre. I’m so not used to being downtown on a Saturday night. I (and my colleagues) suddenly felt very old and parochial.*

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It didn’t bode well when we arrived at our hotel to find reception swamped by hen parties booking in for the night. We just knew that they are going to have far more staying power than us and would not go quietly, into, or out of the night.

I was lucky my room overlooked Tetley’s brewery, some of our group had rooms that over looked a night club and plaza, a plaza that was still teeming with life  and booming with music at 4am. If I looked bleary eyed this morning it was due to my over indulgence (we had a very nice meal and ‘some wine’ at the Arts Cafe) other were wearied by the excess’s of other revellers. 

I was very happy to get home this afternoon and sit and watch the leaves float by on the pond, it’s been been a beautiful sunny day. It was about as much dazzling colour and excitement as I could cope with.

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*OK so we might have been just a tad envious of their youthfulness; as we wallowed nostalgically in tales of  clubbing and parties past (especially those who frequented the Hacienda) I’ve never been much of a clubber, but I am fond of a dance and a party

(Lloyd Spencer’s photography captures Leeds nightlife perfectly)

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “After City Lights

  1. The wife and her mum left sunny Northern Ireland to go to Harrogate in the sulpher capital of England. I think the combined age divided by 2 will = 60. This is the figure, if you add a 0 and possibly change the 6 to a 9 that they will spend each. They will not go to a hen party,( no shops) a brewery, (no shops) an art cafe; (scope for shops but only if is the correct sort of shop) a hacienda (is that a shop?).

    Gripe over: what about a picture of spud in a muddy puddle.

  2. I do get out once in a while, but basically, I’m pretty much a homebody myself. Like the old saying: East or West, Home is Best.

  3. I regularly have to work in this kind of environment. Sometimes the music out on the street from the clubs is so loud that we can’t hear each other speak, and there is no chance of hearing a police radio, even with an ear piece. Next time you see the emergency services floundering around in a city centre on a night like this, remember that quite frequently, they can’t communicate with each other! Al ways nice to get home to the countryside after being in a city.

    Yes, Spud pics please?

    • I did think about about how difficult it must be for the emergency services working in and around the bars and clubs; when we turned in the night was young as far as everyone else was concerned.
      I’ve come home with a cold/flu bug: I’m going back to bed.

      Plenty of Spud photo opportunities coming up, we are taking him on a narrow boat for a week at half term

  4. I loved city life, except for the noise part and the traffic part. I love country life, too, and go ballistic if some fool comes up for the weekend and makes an unholy racket.

    I think it would be very nice to see Spud visiting my granddogs Lucy and Baxter in Detroit. He would be astonished at the exotic scent trails. Hockey players. Actors. Symphony musicians. Lawyers.

    Oh dear.

    Those oak leaves are gorgeous. Nothing conventional about the image, yet it is clearly autumn. Nice.

    • As at a DNA level Spud is a gun dog he would have delighted in a tour of the clubs, noise doesn’t faze him; our previous two dogs (both border collies)would have been totally freaked by the place. I remember seeing someone walking a border collie in New York’s Central Park and wondering what sort of life it had.

  5. The photos are gorgeous. What is the first one? It fascinates me, especially the little bits of purple in it.

    There were young people partying at the hotel where we stayed over the weekend. I was telling my husband that I have to stop being a grump about it as there was a time when I had my fun so why should I resent it when others are having their time to enjoy the nightlife? And yes, I do think there might have been a bit of envy there as well.

    • The top photo is the reflection of oak leaves overhanging the pond, I poked about at the intensity of the colours a bit as you might guess!
      For my colleagues it was the fact that clubs now party on till 4am that was the problem; you see in our day they closed at 2am

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