…soaking up quality…
The weather I am experiencing in south west England is thankfully considerably more comfortable than is being experienced in parts of the north west seaboard of North America. We knew 25 years ago – and indeed earlier – that dramatic events like this would occur more frequently and more frighteningly right through the 21st century. And yet we have done so little about it.
Food shopping is not a chore when I am salivating over local cheeses, hams, pies and other goodies from the market deli.
I must make a choice between Lightroom and Photos before I go too far down the road of cataloguing and ‘developing’ over 9,000 photographs. The choice is not easy but I cannot possibly work on such a large collection twice, so a choice must be made.
Colin Monk has passed away and I shall certainly miss him.
I love to see snow, but it is quite rare in this part of the world. We had ‘snow’ this morning but nothing compared to the big freeze of 1963, which is where my fear of ice came from…
My Personal Diary, 31st December 2020. The old year is like the rusty dead leaves momentarily reprieved by frost. They will fade away just like 2020. After a year like this, a spot of wishful thinking would seem in order.
My personal diary, Sunday, 27th December 2020. Devon. Bella has a go at blowing my fence down, and doesn’t entirely succeed.
As a Devon exile living in London I could not resist the urge to travel home as often as I could. And there are so many great places to see.
This new housing development was the latest ‘ZED’ or zero energy development in Britain back in 2007.
