Warmth and Light

And so ended 2014, in a blaze of warmth and light at the house of the family of someone we've got to know through various campaigns and actions.

It was a fairly small gathering at her house but just before midnight several shadowy figures - neighbours - emerged, clutching glasses and bottles, to stand by the fire as the old year burned away.  Just after midnight the guitars came out and songs were sung - or listened to. 

We got home at about 2pm and the streets and roads were surprisingly quiet, which was great as we were cycling.  It felt like we owned them.