Finished reading: Fifty Words for Snow by Nancy Campbell 📚
Took me quite a while to get through this one. It wasn’t that I disliked it — it’s that the format of 50 short essays about different snows around the globe lends itself to dipping in and out of the book, rather than losing yourself it.
Did I like it? Yes, I think. I need to mull it over for a while to be sure.
Flippin’ ‘eck, this is worrying: The Ocean Is Having Trouble Breathing And yes, it’s climate change at work again.
I have survived six hours of lectures via Zoom with my sanity largely intact.
(My wife suggests there is evidence to the contrary.)
Half an hour by the sea
Chose a different spot down by the harbour arm today. I’m tucked into a wee hollow, with the structure of the arm itself sheltering me from what is a bitterly cold wind.
I’m still wearing a fleece and a gillet, though. It is bitter this afternoon. We even had a flurry of snow earlier, but I’d be amazed if we see any settle this far south.
“People claim they enjoy winter, but what they really mean is they enjoy winter as a livener, a cobweb-blower-away, a quick flirt with the elements before resorting to their real love, central heating.”
From: The Wood by John Lewis-Stempel 📚
I suspect that this is the first time I’ve worn this gilet since the autumn, given that I just found this in the pocket…
