Solstice.

Anyone else who sits there for ages trying to work out alliterative blog post titles, or is that just me?

Anyway, it was solstice today and I dragged myself out of bed in time to walk down to the beach and see the sunrise. Turns out I should have stayed in bed, it was kind of grey and miserable and there wasn’t any visible different before and after the magic moment.

It was kind of bleak tbh.

Which is no excuse for spending pretty much the whole morning moping around the house, but may be some sort of explanation. We’d hoped to go over to spend the day with friends, but the car came back from the garage still making a grinding noise, so it went back to the garage, and we stayed home.

Sometime mid afternoon I pulled my socks up, metaphorically speaking (shudders slightly at the idea of slid down socks) and did some of the annual find a space for the Christmas tree declutter. (It goes up on Christmas eve generally speaking in case you’re wondering.) I even managed to clear a space on the shelves for my sketchbooks, which should cut down on the daily hunting for paper quest.

Speaking of which, I’d better get off and sketch something as it’s getting late. This was last night’s second attempt at the candle, on better paper. The colour got away from me rather though, so I stopped. What do we think?