December 17th – The weather is still awful but finally finished the work paperwork, which always means that Christmas is beginning for me.
Just the medical stuff to go and a couple of days at work, and that’s it.
Leaving work late, I noticed the Christmas tree in reception glowing in the dark, and it made me feel happy…
Merry Christmas everyone!
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#365daysofbiking Light work:
December 10th – Christmas means it’s time for the annual Christmas light inadequacy moaning game.
They’re never enough. Not Christmassy enough. Where’s the tree? and other festive traditions.
In reality, we haven’t had a tree in Brownhills for years, and actually, I think this year’s lights – which appear to be new – look pretty nice.
I think it’s coming on Christmas, folks.
#365daysofbiking First Christmas:
December 8th – Busy with stuff for work, and moving this journal to a better, more secure host; but on a quick spin around a darkened town I noticed many of the residents of the new houses alone Silver Street and The Moorings now had Christmas lights up.
It must be a great feeling to light up your new home for the first Christmas there.
I welcome you all to Brownhills. Merry Christmas!
#365daysofbiking Canal dreams:
December 7th – After a long day at work carrying out boring tasks, I left collecting a pal on the way. We popped in passing to Walsall’s Town Wharf, as the Arboretum I was aiming for actually had an event ongoing.
Town Wharf and the waterside here are gorgeous at night. Finally reaching potential after near enough two decades, this place has taken a long, long time for regeneration to happen, but it looks wonderful in the shadow of Walsall’s remarkable New Art Gallery.
Sadly, the state of retail being what it is, the centre of Walsall only 100 or so yards away, remains depressed.
But here at leat, developer dreams seem to be coming to fruition.
#365daysofbiking Way over the top:
December 5th – A bit further towards home, the lavishly ostentatious nature of Shelfield’s (presumably civic) Christmas lights amazes and delights, as ever.
I have no idea who or why someone chucks a short string of colour-change lights over one single tree on the Four Crosses Road open space every year. It’s one tree in maybe 10. Seemingly random, this minimal festivity always amuses me.
Merry Christmas – but don’t get too excited, kids!
#365daysofbiking Tree cheers:
December 3rd – I was pleased to note on my way home from work that Rushall Christmas Tree – bought and paid for by the community – has had the lights switched on and it looks just gorgeous.
My compliments to all who have worked to provide this tree. It is beautiful.
Merry Christmas, folks!
#365daysofbiking That time again:
November 29th – On a windy, damp Thursday evening in Walsall, I notice the Christmas Tree and decorations are now up.
Blimey, it’s December on Saturday.
That’s really creepy up on me! Oh well, soon be the shortest day…
#365daysofbiking The last embers of the day:
November 23nd – Coming home from Birmingham on the train, I again alighted at Shenstone, but returned via the backlands on a misty, mystical and enchanting evening.
These were the last hours of the heaviest working week for a long time. But at home there was food, tea, warmth, cosiness, and peace, which made the last climb over sShire Oak Hill much easier.
#365daysofbiking The last obstacle”
November 8th – Returning from Birmingham that evening, the weather was still grim and I stopped to take a photo of the traffic at the Shire Oak crossroads.
Shire Oak Hill is like a homecoming to me. it’s the last obstacle to sanctuary before a gentle and lovely roll downhill into Brownhills. Light or dark, good weather or bad, cresting this hill is always and absolute joy.
At night, in rain, it’s also a fascinating collage of reflection, light and hard surfaces. It fascinates me.
365daysofbiking I am traffic:
October 8th – A snatched photo on the way home in the dark. This is a normal commute at the normal kind of time and I’ll have to get used to this now. Rushall Square is always kind of beautiful at night. Even when traffic free, it appears busy with traffic signals, street and shop light mingling.
These commutes are the hardest of all, the first in unusual darkness. But their urban beauty is hard to ignore.
Ah well, down the hatch…
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