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Grandmother’s footsteps

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First I unbuttoned the coat; next took off my gloves; then my hat; unwound the scarf; and eventually removed the coat altogether.  Not a warm day, but benign with sun and stillness.

(Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

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Wavy

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I seem to have put up a lot of wave photographs lately so here are a few more, with permission from the nearestanddearest with the good camera.

The waves were less extreme than Wednesday’s, but they came from the southwest while the wind was blowing from the northeast, which gave the white horses some very elegant manes.  Click a photo for the larger images.

More for potters and the obsessively curious

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(and also rather pretty).  Click a thumbnail for the gallery.

This time we looked at the glazes on pots.  Tricky to get a focus and no reflections on curved surfaces.

For potters and the obsessively curious

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(Don’t say you weren’t warned.)

I have turned my Christmas present on a few (fired) clay bodies.  Click a thumbnail for the gallery.

Waiting for the big one

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Racing to catch some sunshine when the rain moved over, I ended up in the cliff’s shade, to watch the surfers and paddle-boarders without being squinty.

It was a waiting game for everyone

and meantime a few people caught reasonable rides.

When the big ones did come, it was too interesting to be bothered with photos.  Lacking in drama compared with watching the shark bait off Manly after a whopping storm, but then, anything is (I remember the heart-in-mouth sensation even now).  The waves crashed prettily though, and one surfer was spat, flailing, vertically into the air, and came down looking surprised.

My turn as a Fluffers-bed is nearly over.

Half an ear

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On a quiet day I indulged in the traditional holiday jigsaw:

This allowed me to listen to the non-traditional grim audiobook.  Complicated, and it would have made more sense if I had put a map in front of me, but then I would have had to listen properly.  A story so appalling can sometimes only be taken in with half an ear.

 

A thousand coughs and sniffles

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Last night we walked across the Square, emptied of its Christmas market, the illuminated trees looking like the trees which gave James Thurber’s great uncle chestnut blight, only rather more festive.

The cathedral’s midnight service accommodated about a thousand, most of whom had colds.  It was … tasteful.  Won’t bother with that one again then.  I miss the raw edges of home grown celebrations.

The nearests and dearests have enabled me to see what music looks like – in one format, which is 33 rpm.  Amazing!

On not doing Christmas shopping

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I have left the snowflakes behind, supplied the mice in the attic with a treacherous Christmas dinner (O please not rats), and may or may not have locked the back door.  The shops in Salisbury are much better than those at home, but there are ways of not shopping, thus:

First go to the local library to look at the Kathe Kollwitz exhibition, and look very carefully at her looking very carefully at herself.

Then go to St Thomas’ and contemplate the Doom painting.

After this, proceed through the darkening crowded streets and brightly lighted shops, solitary, disorientated, and immune to temptation, and purchase one spoon.

Returning, I finished reading a book which in some places became a time machine

and now I have to choose the next title from a selection.  One for night and one for day.

Up and down

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and down and up and to and fro and back and forward – hunting the elusive gift.  At last I crossly gave up.

Once home there was indulgence:  what one might call a comfy read, though some of the content was far from comfy, given the grim history of gem mining in all the world’s continents.

The sun set over a quiet sea

and then a 360° degree sunset.  From the back

from the front

and straight up to the zenith.

Later I glued tiny angel pegs and dried oranges and deep grey card and leaves,

while listening to Oliver Twist – today’s bargain from the charity shop, somewhat hammered on the outside and missing disc 1 of Pride and Prejudice – but I could be said to be familiar with those chapters anyway 🙂

I’ll go on to something really festive to help me get through the pre-Christmas housework.  Maybe Crime and Punishment?