We got off lightly. A morning walk at the Secret Cove before the weather closed in. Clouds brewing on the horizon. A fly-past from the Red Arrows, diamond shape of 9, one flying behind - filming I guess. Too fast to get a photo. We shaded our eyes from the sun. The rig is new. … Continue reading Storm Doris day.
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Whitby: closer to Dracula; further from Trump
I guess we are British snowflakes. I wasn't that into American politics before. I worried that Jimmy Carter was shouldering such a burden it would kill him. I tutted at Bill Clinton's betrayals. I laughed, shamefaced, at jokes about W's I.Q. I remember practically skipping into our local shop the day Obama was elected; perplexed … Continue reading Whitby: closer to Dracula; further from Trump