In my mind your “Local” is a Public House or Bar and here is an old sign on one such building. In England these establishments are struggling and this one has now been converted to a gym.
Despite living in a City I could not connect with this one and ended up with the word from the side of an open topped sightseeing bus.
The wonderful livery on the Duchess of Hamilton steam locomotive.
A leaf from last autumn's leaf fall fast breaking down after the the winter weather.
Poetry inscribed on benches, I think you have to read them all to understand the poem.
“...of shadows on the Humbri, Humbre, Humber, our mouths to springs that speak in tongues of thirst.”
Pigeons waiting for a night on the tiles,
or these fantastic railway related tiles in the railway museum.
These particular rocks are on the banks of the Humber, and you can see the Humber Bridge (once the longest single span suspension bridge in the world) in the background.
Hair turned to stone, a fine beard on a bust at Nostell Priory.
Only another 59½ miles to go. In March I started walking the Yorkshire Wolds Way one day each week. It starts by the Ferry Boat Inn at Hessle Haven on the banks of the Humber Kingston upon Hull, passes under the Humber Bridge and then turns North in a sweep over the Yorkshire Wolds ending at Filey. It is marked by a number of these acorn topped distance markers and by benches inscribed with poetry. After 2 days walking I have done 25 miles and only have a further 54 miles to walk.
A modern limousine waiting for a night out on the town.
This seat at Nostell Priory could only ever be for one.
Another picture on the Yorkshire Wolds Way, Swin Dale, a dry valley on the chalk near North Newbald.
Overall these pictures are rather lacking in colour, I suppose that is the sign of early spring in England but the weather is changing and we are getting more colour in our landscape now as the hedges are beginning to green up and the first spring flowers are showing.
As ever thanks go to Greenthumb for hosting the Scavenger Hunt.