Singing out the old year

Okay, not quite, but you get the idea..

And yes, the town was still very empty today, the Saturday market again almost non-existent.  Perhaps everyone's gone sales shopping at West Quay in Southampton?  Or Gunwharf Quays.

So a pretty quiet day.  We have a visitor again tonight, but in a very relaxed way (my daughter's partner, I don't have to cook).  And I've spent the afternoon plunging into the books that came with Christmas: Patrick Barham's The Butterfly Isles, apparently everyone's book of the year (and I expect mine, as I spent so many days in the summer butterfly-hunting), plus Darkest Hour, written by Anthony McCarten who also wrote the current film.  Should keep me quiet for a bit.

Meanwhile, here is one of the guys busking in the High Street this morning.  A good musician.  And yes, he indicated I could and yes, I gave him money.  Before you all ask, that is.  ;))

Pip pip  xx