It may be bitterly cold here in Sussex, but the beach knows it’s spring. The first of the plants that dominate the beach during the summer months are pushing their way through the shingle.
Just looking forwards to the temperatures catching up…
Weekend Nature Reads: the Good News, Bad News edition…
Sometime’s it’s hard not to despair when reading about things like this. But there is hope.
I do wonder if one of the triggers of moving from independent consultant to small agency is that having more bodies in the operation gives you mores ability to mitigate the workload problems of the famine/feast cycle.
But I suspect it swaps those problems for a different set.
This is a fascinating tale of a man who enjoyed taking photos more then developing the, creating a huge recovery and archiving challenge: Photographer’s 3,200 Undeveloped Film Rolls Hold History of Rock ‘n’ Roll - PetaPixel
Finished reading: Fifty Words for Snow by Nancy Campbell 📚
Took me quite a while to get through this one. It wasn’t that I disliked it — it’s that the format of 50 short essays about different snows around the globe lends itself to dipping in and out of the book, rather than losing yourself it.
Did I like it? Yes, I think. I need to mull it over for a while to be sure.
Flippin’ ‘eck, this is worrying: The Ocean Is Having Trouble Breathing And yes, it’s climate change at work again.
Online lecture mode.
I have survived six hours of lectures via Zoom with my sanity largely intact.
(My wife suggests there is evidence to the contrary.)
Iris loves her piano lessons, but I suspect she enjoys playing with Snufkin more…
Half an hour by the sea
Chose a different spot down by the harbour arm today. I’m tucked into a wee hollow, with the structure of the arm itself sheltering me from what is a bitterly cold wind.
I’m still wearing a fleece and a gillet, though. It is bitter this afternoon. We even had a flurry of snow earlier, but I’d be amazed if we see any settle this far south.
Chillin' by the harbour arm.
I love this time on a Wednesday.
“People claim they enjoy winter, but what they really mean is they enjoy winter as a livener, a cobweb-blower-away, a quick flirt with the elements before resorting to their real love, central heating.”
From: The Wood by John Lewis-Stempel 📚
I suspect that this is the first time I’ve worn this gilet since the autumn, given that I just found this in the pocket…
So did you know it was World Rewilding Day? I didn’t until just now…
Pity. This is such an important and misunderstood issue.
An unusual beach find today.
Watcher on the bridge.
Perfect commuting reading…
Oh, hurrah. Discord is finally Apple Silicon native.
The house in the woods…
Gmail of the Beast
It was a great sunset yesterday. 🌅
Yikes. Mystery mummified body found in convention centre walls…
Just playing around with Glass. Anyone out there using it?
Best hag stone discovery in a while.
