Currently reading: The Christmas Chronicles: Notes, stories & 100 essential recipes for midwinter by Nigel Slater 📚

Well, it’s the right time of year. 🎄


We have our Christmas tree.


Fantastic lanterns at Light Up Shoreham this evening.


Taking a quick break down by the harbour arm.



I’m pretty sure I read this story 15 years ago, except it was Second Life people were getting married in, not the ”metaverse”:

Getting Married in the Metaverse


The low light capabilities of the iPhone 13 Pro continue to impress me.


These people are mad. Admirably, impressively mad. But mad.

A 15 mile walk. In December. In their swimming costumes. 🥶


A rubicon has been crossed. I just scanned a QR code in a print magazine to open a webpage.


This is worrying: an OFSTED report has found that “nearly all children” have seen a negative educational impact from the pandemic.


At last, I threw down my article and smote its ruin upon the mountainside.

I’m off to have a celebratory coffee, while the editor goes to work on it.


13 years ago, taking a film in to be developed already felt antiquated.

I suppose I’d had digital cameras for half a decade at that point.


I am happy to report that you can now get my witterings from my notebook as a (free) weekly email.


I noticed a little while ago that all the posts I did for TEDxBrighton back in 2012/13 were no longer online. I’m slowly starting to reconstruct them from the Wayback Machine and republish them here. Just one so far, but I will work steadily through them in down moments.


Shoreham sunset.

Sunset over Shoreham-by-Sea from the Emerald Quay slipway.

A frosty morning down on the beach.

The Shoreham Beach boardwalk coated in frost on a winter’s morning.

If the last two years have taught us anything, it’s that the more British politicians say that “holiday x will be fine”, the more likely it is to end up with us in lockdown instead.

How’s your omicro… sorry, morning going?


A lot of a individual creator newsletters are basically a week’s worth of old-style blogging (lots of links with context, a bit of analysis, a hot take or two, with some personal life stuff mixed in), stuck in an email and sent.

Not a good or a bad thing, just an observation.


This is a lovely wee story of how a camera was lost in the Highlands, but found and reconnected with its owners 12 years on.