Our road is meta-dark. It has two streetlights along its five or six hundred yards. So, although I’m not much of a Christmas fan, the seasonal lights decorating a few of the houses provide a welcome set of illuminations at night. This one belongs to our next-door neighbours Dean and Danielle.
The ones below are scattered along the length of Cherry Garden Road. Their disappearance in January plunges the street into a black, beaconless gloom.
I like this ghostly shot of the village as you approach from Chelmsford. The star above the tree sits atop the local church.
These houses are also on the main road.
The Beehive pub is another fifty yards along.
It’s a full moon on Saturday 22nd. While my overall SAD has been quite muted this autumn, the current waxing phase has stirred up feelings of gloom and being slightly out of control. Roll on the 23rd.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong…..it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Terry Pratchett
The Biscuit Factory 