that oddest of things a blip posted on the day it was taken... almost a repeat of last years, the centre of town less busy but a cold night, thoughts of walking up the hill discarded at the last minute... the night air sounding with unseen fireworks, bright flashes in the cold dark... an odd night, knowing that when it was time to awaken then brexshit would have hit the fan, that most bizarre of decisions and flawed definitions of what i believe is misrepresented as sovereignty... but ho hum... and so to the end of another year, gratitude to those who've visited, commented, amused or offered up gifts in the shape of images, words and music wound around the year passed... if you're reading this then i hope that you have a safe and joyful journey towards the next one...