It’s staying lighter later, and today for the first time I managed to be on my way home before it actually got dark.
This is just off of Plungie, again, and the houses are typical northern terraces, all stuck together. It’s been clear and cold, and the sky is full of jet trails – I suspect from planes heading over the pole to North America: several years ago, flying from London to Vancouver we flew over this part of the world, never suspecting we’d end up living here.