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Why is the way the sun starts and ends the day such a special moment? This last week, wherever I have been up and down and across England the sunrise and sunsets have been fabulous. From the point on Beadnell Bay on the northern edge of the Northumberland coast, to the Cotswolds and home on the south Sussex coast.
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ONE: Lindisfarne from Bamburgh Beach, late December 2014
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(or was it the fridge?)
I recall this from being a boy growing up in Northumberland - the silence of the night after a snowfal, waking to an eerie glow from outside, and pushing back the curtain to see the garden transformed.
The snow started to fall a few hours ago. An icing on the South Downs. I wish I was back in Northumberland.
I take the opportunity to study. This is the only time I'll get anything done. Tomorrow, if school is off I'll be off too. Off onto a hill with some body boards I turned into sledges in January.
I'll show you the set of 'How to' photos. A simple process reqiring some bamboo canes and duct-tape.
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