It’s the day after my birthday and I woke up to check the results of an app I had loaded onto my phone to monitor my sleep cycle – just a bit of fun. I don’t know whether this chart is good or bad. I woke up feeling grotty, but that’s normal. There doesn’t seem to be much deep sleep happening, but is that good or bad? I’ll see how the following nights go.
We weren’t expecting snow! By the time I got out for a modest hike it was no longer snowing, and on the return leg the snow had disappeared.
With lots of Photoshopping I can knock off maybe 20 years, though my son’s first reaction was “That looks very odd!”. Well, son, that’s what I intended, so there!
Walking south and uphill there was still a fair amount of snow to be found on today’s shortish walk.
A couple of days ago I did a longer walk in the same area. Then, in much worse conditions, I managed to become quite disorientated. Today’s walk was to figure out how I’d managed to end up where I had – which I managed to do. When the conditions are poor and everything’s covered in snow, and when you’re not paying sufficient attention to your surroundings, it’s quite easy to lose track of one’s location – despite having, as I did, the Ordnance Survey map app and GPS on the phone! Just as well I was in North Surrey and not North Wales…
When the snow came a fortnight ago I took this picture using the telephoto lens of my rarely used DSLR camera. Heavy snow is forecast for this weekend so I’m looking forward to taking more of the same. (A day after posting this I spotted the mask on the snowman, hence the re-titled blog post!).
A day after the snow came the predicted thaw began to take effect. The crisp layer of snow had become crunchy snow or worse still mud so that a walk along the Hogsmill River was at times a quagmire. Collapsed and demolished snowmen were much in evidence in Nonsuch Park.
This week, the new Dell laptop came. It’s very, very quick, having an i7 processor and a solid-state drive rather than a hard-drive. What a contrast to the old (7 years) one.
The last two episodes of Modus on BBC4 confirmed the series to be a dreadful mess and a waste of 8 hours. However binging on Maltese: The Mafia Detective, on All4 was most satisfying. (binging or bingeing?)
Reading Skinny Dip by Carl Hiaasen was a terrific romp about a husband who throws his wife off a cruise liner on their wedding anniversary.
Needing extra motivation to visit the cinema more often, I became a member of the Curzon art-house cinema chain.
Snow is always a childish delight for me but its stay was all too short and there really wasn’t enough of it.