The Time Capsule

One Street: Market Square, Shipley #63

Walking into one of these bus shelters is truly like entering a time capsule where the years are wound back some fifty revolutions. The people are wonderful, always ready to engage in a bit of banter. Each is a whole little microcosmic community and it's always a privilege to be allowed in for a few minutes.

I enjoyed a fabulous evening last night in the company of a number of blippers, hosted by Spartan in his little garret (in which I could happily live and write to my heart's content for ever more) at the top of this huge Victorian pile in which he currently lives. He demonstrated that he can cook as well we all suspected, and was the perfect host. It was a fabulous evening of fine food, drink and conversation. Mr. John recorded the occasion for posterity on his fabulous blip last night. But you left me off the guest list!!

PS For those in the know there's a little game to be played here ... but don't let on!