I’m sat in my little spare bedroom of an office watching the rain hammer down outside, which is I suppose preferable to being out in it. Even without the current sadnesses and difficulties, this is a part of the year that always drags for me. Daylight is still on the scarce side and the weather is as unpredictable as a half starved Bugblatter Beast from Traal ( yes it’s the kind of weather where a Hoopy Frood needs to know where his towel is #HGTTG )
Due to present circumstances like many people I’m not doing any travelling, well not in the physical sense. I am though getting out and about through my photo files. Editing them is an ongoing task but the upside is that I often come across the forgotten gems, the shots that have been lost for a while in the undercurrents and eddies while the new images flow past.
I’m a great fan of market towns, for me they always have an extra buzz about them. I’ve been looking through my photofiles, a form of travel where I don’t have to worry about masks or social distancing and I came across this shot of a millennium clock.