A quick injection of colour to kick start
a long overdue entry
on this blackest of November days
with the clocks well and truly back.
At the end of October,
we climbed the Old Lighthouse at Dungeness
and saw the beautiful mirrored light at the top.
I'm very keen on this fool's Fair Isle wool
and have embarked on a third hooded jumper for a grandchild,
in a size large enough to show off the colour variations
to better advantage.
By way of complete contrast I came upon
this very old cemetery while out on a mundane errand
and was swallowed up by a wholly unexpected wilderness
only yards from a busy and nondescript street in south London.
(not our dog)
A graveyard of a different kind,
for Citroen 2 CVs inexplicably abandoned
and left to decay
on the banks of the River Rother.
Pictures from a trip to Spitalfields' Fournier Street,
could so easily have been scenes of decay
but houses worth £4000 in the 60s fetch millions now.
That is the spiral staircase inside the aforementioned lighthouse.
Quite a climb but the view was worth it.
(only part way up)
The Royal Academy is exhibiting Antony Gormley's work.
The final piece Host was this room flooded with sea water.
As with all the pieces, my greatest interest was in fathoming
how they got everything installed.
The final piece Host was this room flooded with sea water.
As with all the pieces, my greatest interest was in fathoming
how they got everything installed.
It has been windy today
but not as windy as Tokyo.
Our son arrived in time for one typhoon
and was an old hand four weeks later
for Typhoon Hagibis.
The sun shone brightly the next morning
and we slept a little more easily that night.
