Apple history - the shop window of a computer repair shop in Bristol.
Sunrise over Bristol this morning, a cold morning.
We had good Ramen here, take away. My mother’s first Ramen and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
Crocuses under a beach tree. The Downs, Bristol.
🥶 There’s a frost outside this morning. Food tops are white, grass is white and crispy. I haven’t seen this in a few years.
Still a little way to go, but Spring is starting to make an appearance.
I forgot to mention the wonderful fish n' chips that we ate a couple of nights after I arrived in Bristol. Nothing like good old British fish n' chips. Delicious.
It is a cold night out there. Cold and damp. I’m grateful to be inside and warm.
I stepped back up onto The Downs at lunchtime today. Cold, grey, overcast. Trees leafless, ground still muddy. And as soon as I got up there, I felt at peace. That is what I noticed as soon as I started walking. Familiarity, deeply so, and at home…as I ended the linked to piece.
Reg Veg - Clifton, Bristol
😵💫 Just woke up, mid morning, after not sleeping most of the night. Jet lag is no fun.
Wrapped Up and Out Walking
Wednesday, February 1, 2023
The last 36 hours has been fun and games with jet lag. Waking up at odd hours, trying to function clearly while really wanting to put my head down, and then finally doing so midway through the day. I write this after a sleepless night. Yesterday afternoon around lunchtime I could not function any longer and decided to put my head down for, I thought, an hour. Four hours alter I woke up.
Going by the reception that the movie Everything, Everywhere, All at Once has received, this might not be a popular post. On the flight over to England I watched the movie, and I did not enjoy it. Very good performances from Michelle Yeoh and Ke Huy Quan, but the movie itself I struggled to get through. I stuck with really because of its reception - perhaps I was missing something yet to come? 🍿
January 2023 newsletter letter
Tuesday, January 31, 2023
January 2023 I start this newsletter at an airport hotel on the edge of San Francisco airport, and continue it at 41,000 ft (12,496.8 m) as the aircraft approaches the west coast of Ireland. London in a little under an hour and a half. I’m guessing that I will finish this letter in the middle of the night in England while dealing with the disorientation of jet lag. Hello, and welcome to my January 2023 newsletter.
Back On The Road Again
Monday, January 30, 2023
I started this post yesterday. I am now on solid ground, though will be back in the air in a few hours. Living in Hawaii makes getting back to Europe a long journey. Anyway, on with the post… I write this at 30,000+ feet over the Pacific Ocean, en route to San Francisco. Maui has been experiencing some heavy rain over the last couple of days, and the last hour has been a bumpy climb away for the islands.
Travel is a funny beast, thinking here especially of international travel. Waiting around, crossing timezones, completely messes with my sense of time. Where did it go? What time is it? I sit here watching the busyness and speed of a southern Californian freeway, while I sit waiting for the next stage - the day just passing by while I remain still.
What is it with pens? I had it with me, along with my notebook, when I was upstairs, but now I cannot find it anywhere. At least that is the story that I am telling myself.
Waking up to this this morning - rain, rain and more rain. A harder version of yesterday it would seem.
⛈️ Lightning lighting up the sky tonight.
It’s wet outside.
