We’ve been slighted by the super moon – yesterday all you could see was a blanket of clouds. Tonight the blanket has thinned somewhat, and the quite ordinary-looking but still spectacular-as-always moon is peeping through.
It’s November with a vengeance. Gothic weather and darkness enough to satisfy the most ravenous nyctophile.
On a night like this, a simple stroll through the village has the feel of a Hallmark postcard.
I love the contrast between the cold glare of the moon and the orange glow of the streetlamps. As if painted by a master.