Wild and remote

Where else but Scotland?

Eiskalt

We've had a cold snap here, waking to frosty lawns and streaky skies two mornings running now. Both days have been beautifully sunny, but have stayed cold throughout; it's certainly time for gloves to come out of the backs of drawers, and last night I finally turned on my radiator...

Opinions wanted

The Hackney Postcards empire is slowly expanding; below is the latest addition to the line:


The opinions required are as to the caption; I've never been much in favour of the utilitarian (not to mention bloody obvious) style of 'Hackney in winter' or 'Winter in Hackney', but it's not really the place to wax poetic, and I don't know what other options there are... I could go with 'Hackney, London', but I do that all the time...

Anyway, if you HAVE an opinion, please share it; I'll be placing the order in a day or two, after which no changes will be possible. And thanks in advance for indulging me in what is, really, supremely unimportant. ;)

(Oh, and for the first time EVER I'm cheating slightly, as the photo of the berries wasn't taken in Hackney, but in Cambridge... however, we HAVE berries like that in Hackney, and they had frost on them like in the photo, but the pics just didn't end up looking as good as that one, and I need the little splash of colour it affords... I feel slightly dodgy about it, but am ignoring that for now).

The spudniks have landed!

An alert has been issued across east London, to beware of strange alien space-craft... they loiter on the tops of bus shelters, mainly along the route of the 55 bus, and should be approached with caution.

Oh, on such a golden morning, to be living is delight

I hadn't planned to go out yesterday - had loads to do at home - but when I awoke and saw the lovely dawn turning the leaves of the squirrel tree to gold and orange, I decided that I had to be out in it... I dressed hurriedly, grabbed my camera, and jumped on a 106 bus to Stoke Newington.

My walk took me up Stoke Newington Church Street, past all the shops, and into Abney Park Cemetery...






...past St Mary Old Church...


...and into Clissold Park.



My journey home was under grey skies, but it didn't matter; by then I'd had the best of it.