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Also some other stuff, mostly tree-related.
Brilliantly sunny here lately. Apparently the weather didn't get the memo about it being Christmas! Not that I'm really complaining. Anyway, I went a-wandering again, because weather like this is too good to waste. I amused myself taking naughty photos of naked trees.
This one because it looks like it's just about to join forces with some hobbits, and go battle some orcs:
This isn't a tree, but I was enjoying the sky, and in the process my hands got so cold, I damned near dropped the camera:
Note to self: Just because it's sunny, doesn't mean it's not still December.
Light's weird at this time of year. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon - still bright sun, but also sort of dark, or getting there. The trees here are closer to town, and less inclined to remove all their clothing. Hence the ivy. I suspect it's the tree equivalent of a bikini:
A naturist tree couple do their best impersonation of a Jan Pienkowski piece:
Elsewhere, I have been eating roast chestnuts and drinking hot chocolate. Yes, tonight, Matthew, I am playing the part of a ridiculous Christmas stereotype. I'm sorry about that, I don't know how it happened. I'll try very hard not to do it again. In the meantime, have the final episode of The Box Of Delights. Kay is lost without the box, an inch tall and trapped in the vault. Patrick Troughton, the rather wonderful Peter, and a veritable cavalcade of choirboys are locked up in the dungeons, and Abbot Robert Stephens is just about to hit his scenery-chewing finest. It's Christmas Eve, and the thousandth Christmas service at Tatchester Cathedral is almost upon us! Hurry, before it's too late!
Brilliantly sunny here lately. Apparently the weather didn't get the memo about it being Christmas! Not that I'm really complaining. Anyway, I went a-wandering again, because weather like this is too good to waste. I amused myself taking naughty photos of naked trees.
This one because it looks like it's just about to join forces with some hobbits, and go battle some orcs:
This isn't a tree, but I was enjoying the sky, and in the process my hands got so cold, I damned near dropped the camera:
Note to self: Just because it's sunny, doesn't mean it's not still December.
Light's weird at this time of year. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon - still bright sun, but also sort of dark, or getting there. The trees here are closer to town, and less inclined to remove all their clothing. Hence the ivy. I suspect it's the tree equivalent of a bikini:
A naturist tree couple do their best impersonation of a Jan Pienkowski piece:
Elsewhere, I have been eating roast chestnuts and drinking hot chocolate. Yes, tonight, Matthew, I am playing the part of a ridiculous Christmas stereotype. I'm sorry about that, I don't know how it happened. I'll try very hard not to do it again. In the meantime, have the final episode of The Box Of Delights. Kay is lost without the box, an inch tall and trapped in the vault. Patrick Troughton, the rather wonderful Peter, and a veritable cavalcade of choirboys are locked up in the dungeons, and Abbot Robert Stephens is just about to hit his scenery-chewing finest. It's Christmas Eve, and the thousandth Christmas service at Tatchester Cathedral is almost upon us! Hurry, before it's too late!
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