We watched the New Year arrive through the medium of TV. A stunning firework display lit up central London as Big Ben struck the hour. 2005 arrived, and in its beginning there was light! Real light, and metaphorical light. The enormity of the disaster last week has somehow brought people together. Two minutes silence was observed at the start of the festivities, and people showed their respect for the injured, displaced, bereaved, and the dead. Across the world people have been collecting and donating, ignoring religious, political, geographical or ethnic differences... somehow the world seems a better place.
As rain was forecast the Gorse Fox decided that if he was going for a walk, it should be during the morning. Leaving the Silver Vixen to her sewing The Gorse Fox headed for Highdown Hill.
The walk was great, with the final climb to the top making the legs work hard. The photos show that it was grey but still dry, with a watery sun trying to penetrate the clouds over the coast. As I rweturned to the car the rain was just starting. By mid afternoon, there were squally showers clattering in from the sea.
Audrey and Paul phoned from Ct. It was lovely to hear from them, and particularly good to hear that they were hoping to visit later in the year.
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