Icicles by night. They’re growing.
Something of a tradition here at this time of year.
This one is Finn’s.
Tree from Noel’s at Cottage Lake, decorated by the gang in the picture
(including the shy one hiding in the reflection)
I had nothing to do with it, except dragging 8ft of fir from car to garage to family room
This year we also appear to have started a new Christmas tradition (can it be a tradition if this is the start?): yup, tree jumping. I can see that this one may end in tears.
End of the Big Trip. "The Firm" reconvened at Heathrow T5 for a final farewell, fortunately news reports of an ensuing chaos were significantly exaggerated, and T5 continued to function normally.
Finn’s return trip was also enhanced by the custom headphone adapter, cunningly crafted from BA socks. Nice.
One benefit of the side trip was the food.
A little side trip from the big trip to Genève for some work-stuff.
Decent view from the hotel…
…including some kind of student party. Something to do with history, the French and large pots of chocolate, apparently.
…and all the trees have bells on.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get up into the Alps, although the view from 5,000 feet on the early morning flight out was pretty impressive.
Big night out. Train into town, wonder down past St Pauls and across the wobbly bridge to the Tate Modern in the old Bankside power station.
Great views of the city as the sun went down, with even a peek of the London Eye.
The Tate even had an old friend (do you recognize this?) although it was far inferior to the Seattle version (it was made of ply, complete with fake rivets, although maybe that was the point). Food at level 7 was a pass, so we ended up and a nice place in the OXO building before heading along to the National Theatre for a spot of culture.
11 years. Awesome. Thanks Beautiful.
Early start (at least early if you’re all jet lagged and used to sleeping in until 12) with breakfast on platform 3 at Romford station
to catch the 0924 to Frinton-on-Sea (changing at Thorpe-le-Soken).
Arriving at Frinton for a quick walk to great grannies house for coffee and biscuits!
We even managed a quick jaunt over to the rec,
and the sunset wasn’t too bad either.
I didn’t get a good pic of gran (far too stern!) so instead, check out this much better one from last April’s visit.
Along the north bank of the Thames, downstream from Tilbury, is where London’s rubbish ended up. Just past the power station is Bottle Beach, where the remains of a (Victorian?) dump are exposed by the river. Bottles, glass and china survives, but most of everything else has decomposed. Even the metal has rusted away.
The ‘water tower’ was an early radar station, and according to to font of all knowledge was, until recently, still marked as a water tower on maps.
A proper walk, even if it was across crushed and broken glass :-)