An extremely windy morning.
(Which isn’t a reference to the consequences of last night’s beer and curry…)

They saw the star; but they didn’t just see the star (everyone saw the star) they understood what it meant. They weren’t even satisfied with understanding – they acted on their understanding.

Back to normal – ish.

A foul stinker of a morning.

Forgot to post this on the day.

Possibly the furthest out that I’ve seen the tide (probably not the furthest out it’s been this year of course).

Boxing Day? I want to put my nose in a box and only let it out again when it promises not to explode any more…..

And the darkness comprehendeth it not.

All washed up.