The heavy rain has undermined the foundations of one of the gate piers on the edge of the field that runs down to the sea. Sophie sets off purposefully to examine the pile of rubble and the fallen gate. Satisfied that there is nothing more she can usefully accomplish she wanders purposefully back home. Supervising and organizing are just a routine part of her day.
It's getting dark by four now. It's also getting colder. A bracing 2 degrees when we head off into town last night to see the Christmas lights. These are underwhelming although Sophie is intrigued by the scents in many of the shop doorways.
The old tree outside the biochemistry building has been illuminated from underneath. Green on green gives it a 'Christmas on Acid' look. We agree that it's quite memorable.
Christmas lights have appeared on some of the town trees . These don't just flicker on and off but periodically switch off and then 'star burst' into life. There must be a name for this. We stand in the middle of the street for a good minute and watch the lights do their thing. 'We must get out more' says 'The Font' , delphically.
Time, and cue, for a pre-dinner drink. Most eateries refuse dogs. We find a place that will let Sophie in and order two glasses of wine. 'What have you got ?' I ask the ginger bearded barman. " Red or white. The white's a Chardonnay and the red's a Malbec. Both are good choices " says the young man in what is presumably a sales pitch. We order one of each. Sophie is brought a bowl of water , or, to be more precise she's brought a silver foil baking tray full of water. 'What does your wine taste like ?' I ask The Font expecting an answer along the lines of fruity and light. " Hops " comes the reply.
I've walked by this house many times. English medieval meets California. Now there's a chance to see the inside :https://www.sothebysrealty.com/eng/sales/detail/180-l-1190-f9nhhe/1969-california-st-pacific-heights-san-francisco-ca-94109
Underwhelming the Christmas lights may be, but a step up from the homely decorations of your little village in France Profonde.
Oh no! has the search for a decent glass of wine, when out and about, gone the same way as the search for the decent croissant?
The decorations in our village in Brittany are usually not even put up till Christmas Eve , and then it is by one of the neighbors stood in the bucket of the JCB , health and safety be blower .
I do rather like the green underlit tree. And somehow it's appropriate that it's outside the biochemistry building. There won't be much photosynthesis going on in Scotland right now...
You are not in wine country these day, a nice single malt perhaps?
Ah, time to start thinking of setting up the Nativity (in my case, the knitted version)... Perhaps the muted street dressings are in respect to the energy costs? YAM xx
In the second photo, I like seeing the dark sky through the lights! Love Sophie trotting home against the glorious background.
Nothing like light viewing in person. It sounds the ones are almost a fireworks effect.
When accompanying the family diva, one should try hot chocolate with a splash of your favorite hard liquor.
Frankenstein effect on the bio-chem tree.
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