A balmy minus 2 on this campervan morning number 777. Crisp air and crisp underfoot, though the exploration of outside was not a thorough one. The sky a dappled blue, grey and white with the pink kissed tinges as the sun begins to appear. There’s a frost, it doesn’t seem as sharp or as white as yesterday, but it remains sharp on breath and chest all the same. Squawking Geese in the distance, a flock of which appear to who have made themselves at home on nearby wetlands. Crows calling out across fields and starlings darting here and there. A busy day yesterday on the banks of the Avon and a heaving Christmas market, an event completely unplanned and as a consequence of a theatre trip. A tension well and truly tested between isolation and hordes of people. There was a sense of cheeriness in the crowds, shops were humming, restaurants and cafes overflowing, the kaleidoscope of humanity snaking, jostling, pausing and walking through myriads of street stalls. Moving to back streets to escape the tidal wave and to soak up the remnants of 15th / 16th century England. Some beautiful architecture and history to wallow in for a short while. Dipping in and out of my passions and crowds yesterday appear to be the way of the day. Navigating back streets and thoroughfares in the face of the hordes, A stunning orange full moon in the evening and brisk riverbank walk back to the van made up for it. Theatre trip this evening for my annual ‘A Christmas Carol’ performance. That’s my journey for the last 24 hours lovely days people.
“ Stir up your fireside’s, and your smiles, and your walks abroad… every fresh thing done to give joy to a fellow creature, every festivity set a going amongst friends…every rub of one’s own hands, and shake of another’s, in-doors, will be much gain to the support and the real happiness of the age “ Leigh Hunt 1817.
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