2008 — 9 November: Sunday

Another enjoyable evening divided between the Nevil Shute drama On the Beach and the affectionate tribute to comedy producer Geoffrey Perkins. The jury is still out on whether the Bird and Fortune dissection of the world's financial woes is actually funny, or merely painful. So to tonight's picture, which is from one of our earliest outings to the local seaside once we'd settled into our new home:

Christa and Peter at the seaside, 1982

G'night.

Tornado?!

No sign of one hereabouts, despite the BBC's pessimism yesterday. It's actually slightly sunny, at 08:23, and has obviously been rather wet overnight. I'm therefore predicting some chance of a walk soonish. Better grab a bit(e) of breakfast. And pack a lunch. We're going to risk the weather and make a dash for it. Report to follow. It's 09:49 and time to throw on a clothe or two. (Funny how some "clothes" can't be singular — even a pair of shorts obeys that rule.)

A gentle, six-mile stroll starting with a toddle up St. Giles Hill to see a lovely panoramic view of Winchester. Can you believe, I'd never seen the city from that particular vantage point in all the time I've lived here? Then an unexpected encounter with some "Young Hampshire Farmers" and a county ploughing championship "event". It was blustery, with a near constant threat of rain and dismally little sunshine, at least until we got back. But fresh air aplenty. Now I await the second half of On the Beach and then I shall do some world-class pottering around until heading back for a meal and a movie later this evening.

I must say, the ending of the Shute story is incredibly moving, and particularly poignant for Remembrance Sunday, of course. Right! What's next? A cuppa, methinks.

Good God!

Monks brawling at one of Christianity's holiest sites; whatever next? (Source.)

I do love a nice typo...