December 31st – I’m so not a fan of New Year’s Eve. The forced jollity, camaraderie and excuse for overindulgence just depresses me, so I tend to sit it out at home, until the madness passes.
Today, I slipped out after dark for a windy, cold spin to Chasewater, which was peaceful but resounding to the call of thousands of unseen, roosting gulls.
The M6 Toll was beautiful in it’s eerie emptiness too.
Happy new year everyone, here’s to a better 2019 and I wish you all the best – and thanks for following along.
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