So that’s it, then. No Christmas for us in tier 4. Thanks Prime Minister Johnson.
So here is my favourite Christmas song, by Aimee Mann and Michael Penn, from the wonderful film Hard Eight. I’ll play it to myself on Christmas Day.
Once again we were in Bushy Park and on a very fine December morning the clear, blue sky made for some lovely colours and lines.
It was well over a month since we last saw the little people and what a glorious morning it was for a walk with them in the beautiful Bushy Park.
The shackles have been relaxed a little and the shops have reopened, including Waterstones the bookshop – yay!
I’ve just finished reading my 100th book of the year so what better way to reward myself than a little restocking. Three very different non-fiction books – a true crime, an autobiography and some history/politics.
I’m currently reading Dictators, by Frank Dikötter. It’s an examination of eight twentieth-century dictators. Fascinating stuff with astonishing parallels with the personality of the current American president. It’s enthused me to make an effort to read more history.
My local high street was heaving, due no doubt to the relaxing of the Covid restrictions as well as being not-long-to Christmas. And with Debenhams about to shut, the scavengers were out looking for a bargain.
I guess that at my age I’m always likely to get warnings about things I shouldn’t attempt. “Be careful crossing the road”, “Don’t overdo it”.
At the start of my 10 mile walk on a cold, misty morning, I’m warned that joggers are told not to jog in the fog. Something to do with being bad for your chest. I think the relevance to my walk was that I shouldn’t overexert myself in the fog (or mist), particularly at my age. The trouble is, I’m not very receptive to warnings.
The walk has become a favourite of mine and today I decided to do it in the reverse direction and it just seemed like I was doing a new walk. Views that would be behind me were now in front of me, and most of the steep bits seemed to be downhill rather than uphill. So this will probably become the preferred direction when I next do this particular walk.
An early start on a sunny morning for my often walked 6 miles. Through the woods, past the prison, around or over the golf course, through the park with its many dog walkers, and then more paths on the edge of the woods.
When we got back from our 9 days in Eastbourne, part of our walls had been turned into an art gallery (the plate is ours)! We had vacated our home so that our grandchildren weren’t homeless between house moves – and this is how they thank us!!