Getting up early on a Sunday t9 take the girls to their swimming classes is challenging, but this morning it paid off. Stunning golden light across a frosty Sussex landscape, followed by seeing a bird of prey still roosting in the trees at Lancing College.

A morning long black in relaxed surroundings.

A steaming cup of coffee sits on a wooden table next to a lamp and a container of sugar packets in a cozy cafe setting.

Just started: Storyland: A New Mythology of Britain by Amy Jeffs 📚

I’ve been looking forward to this one. 🤞🏻Hope it lives up to my expectations.

Finished reading: The Farthest Shore by Alex Roddie 📚

Excellent book — and timely. Full review at the weekend.

Nice to have a bit of company while I was chilling out down by the harbour arm.

A small bird with black and white plumage and orange legs is standing on a rough, textured stone surface.

“To be very online is to be in a toxic collective solitude where everyone is battling their own demons in their own infinite echo chamber, their own confirmation-bias machine. I felt as if I’d broken free of all that for a while. Solitude is good and valuable in the right proportion, but so is connection. Ideas might grow in silence but they can’t thrive without other people.”

— The Farthest Shore by Alex Roddie 📚

This is just joyful.

🎵Worries for another day🎶

While enjoying Winterwatch on the BBC, I got to wondering why summer is the only season that doesn’t get a Watch. And it, turns out, there are two reasons.

Martin Belam:

“I also saw someone else describe NFTs as “content-free DRM” and reader, I howled.”

Enjoying a walk by the harbour arm, while my youngest has a piano lesson.

A blue and white tugboat is sailing on a calm harbor with industrial buildings and smoke stacks in the background under a partly cloudy sky.