Wednesday 20th December 2017, 10.40am (day 2,309)
It’s about time my annual contribution to the house’s Christmas decorations made the blog.
This was the first photo I took today, and while I did in the end go on to take more, I didn’t really need to. As soon as I saw this, I thought – this is me, today. This is how I feel.
Winter, as such, I don’t mind. I can take the cold and it tends to look nice (as here). It’s the darkness that pisses me off, and we haven’t even reached the Solstice yet. On winter days when I’m around home I can just about get it in me to go out when the sun finally struggles up, but otherwise, if it can’t be bothered, usually neither can I.
Welcome back to the Amex Stadium, Brighton, venue for several previous shots: all of which were preludes to victories by the mighty Brighton and Hove Albion. Today’s score versus Burnley: 0-0, so I lose my 100% win-only record there, but still, a point’s a point.
A bit of play in the processing. But what the hell, I feel like the country’s regressed a century or so. Last-but-one day in Manchester this year — with the state of the trains at the moment, that is no bad thing.
Among the subjects Joe is taking at school these days is cookery (aka ‘food technology’ or some other such euphemism). Every Thursday we are becoming used to him bringing home food that has always been more than just palatable. This ginger cake was lit with a candle as a proxy celebration for my Dad’s birthday (happy birthday Dad….). And very tasty it was.
That’s the Christmas tree (such as it is) in situ, but as yet undecorated. Outside it’s the kind of weather that makes one very glad this was scheduled as a day indoors. Even then I pulled a ten-hour day. It’s mid-December, for sure. May it pass quickly.
The first time I went to Rose Bruford College in Sidcup, Kent, was on 22nd May 2012. Over the subsequent five and a half years its campus, and Lamorbey Park, in which the grounds reside, has produced some decent nature photos, including fly agaric, a couple of rather cute swans, and a parakeet amongst others. But, sadly, today was probably my last visit; so here’s the last in the series.
Oooh — must be nearly Christmas. The carol singers are out. But it’s a nice way to raise money, in this case for the Railway Children charity (protecting street children in India, East Africa and the UK); and greeting us poor commuters as we stagger home on another freezing cold evening.