|Cafe window (old church), Cambridge|
One of the things I like about the first few weeks of dark afternoons is the light shining out onto the street from windows. It's a good time to take a walk to the shops, or just a mooch around. For some reason I find it very comforting even though I'm on the outside looking in. It's a time of year that I like to take a trip to Cambridge, when it's a bit misty, but not suffering from those easterlies that make you ache with cold. Our afternoons there generally follow the same pattern: walk round the market, buy a bag of flying saucers and maybe some fenland celery with the dirt still on it, look at the Think! shoes in the shoe shop, walk up to Kettles Yard, crossing the river on the way, pop into a couple of charity shops, visit to the Fitzwilliam. Cup of tea somewhere along the way, maybe a bowl of soup. Walk to the bus stop. Home in time for a jacket potato, a fire, a glass of something and a murder, preferably Scandinavian.
VG and star.