Pretty Lights
Setting up some winter lights on the back patio.
Blue Tin Comedy
Sat in a field on the coldest and stormyest(!!) night of the year for a laugh.
A great evening of entertainment from Charlie, Josh, Angela, Des and the two guys who danced on stage at the end. Impressive on a pallet.
A space
Woodinville bear was impressed with the space, but was a little worried about sliding off the new plinth.
Car park construction
The winter roses have a great view...
It started off as a quick "M can grade that for you with his digger, much easier than a shovel" and escalated into architecture with recycled-sleepers heaven.
Morning coffee view
I could, should, have been running. Instead I had a coffee and soaked in the view.
Student care package
"Anything you need us to bring H?"
"A honey roast gammon would be nice."
"Sure, we'll bring 2."
Any bets for how long they'll last?
Beacon Hill
"Well that'll end up on the c r o s s o a k blog" said H. So true.
A memory of a pre-lunch recovery walk at Beacon Hill. After the previous day's yomp I feel we all did quite well, especially old-man Ewok.
A little Ridgeway View
A lovely lunch, conversation and a walk with H & D. The walk was a tad too long, something for which I'm a) very sorry and b) pleading for forgiveness. D spotted this pic and I stole it (and he was right, we did something like this in a previous November).
Walking the bounds
While walking the hounds around the bounds.
Sunrise
This time of year I'm normally in the dark on a train. But for the second November in a row it's getting light in the morning and I'm not on a bike.
Corona. Still.
It's now 653 days and counting. Remembering the five million who have died1, including the many thousands of deaths in the UK that could have been avoided.
Edinburgh
The train back from Leuchars for a night in Edinburgh.
St Andrews
St Andrews. A train to Leuchars and then a bus.
Sleeper
Letting the sleeper train take the strain.
^ where everything == the things that are important in life.
Scotland via London
Our trip to Scotland was via London, with some time to spare before heading to Euston. So we hired Boris Bikes to explore London at night.
This could be a tradition.
NTS: if you're going to ask the police what's going on, try to ask the ones who aren’t all tooled up in their riot gear.
There's a book for that
Awaking this morning to an ongoing deluge of sleaze news. As F might say 'I bet you have a book for that'.
If only there was some requirement for MPs:
- to distinguish right from wrong and to respect the civil and criminal law;
- to accept responsibility for their behaviour, show initiative, and to understand how they can contribute positively to the lives of those living and working in the locality of parliament and to society more widely;
- to acquire a broad general knowledge of and respect for public institutions and services;
- to encourage respect for other people;
- to encourage respect for democracy and support for participation in the democratic processes, including respect for the basis on which the law is made and applied.
If that sounds familiar, then you're likely a teacher responsible for teaching British Values, as introduced by the Conservative Government in 2014.
This way
This way to a row of charged up parking bays; and the new James Bond movie, which had mixed reviews on the way home. Electrifying it was not. But the evening was incredibly civilised.
Returning to the scene
You might think that after being Caught Red Pawed Ewok would want to keep a low profile. Think again. I suspect all that Sir Ewok… business went to his head.
A "Who done it?" mystery
Well, I am no Hercule Poirot, but I think the evidence is pretty compelling. Plus, we all know that Ewok has expensive tastes.
Leaf Blowing Views
An amazing view to wake up to this morning. The most tranquil scene with perfect autumn sound track (Leaf Blowing by The Neighbourhood). I saw them in concert a few years ago and they were awesome then too!
> Then suddenly there are the leaf blowers. The whole neighbourhood is filled with a blaring din as one garden after another is meticulously blasted clean
From, In America: Travels with John Steinbeck and a reminder of an old Coffee Table Thought.
