6th December

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1803
"N.B. Something metallic, silver playfully and imperfectly gilt, and highly polished; or rather something mother-of-pearlish, in the sun gleams upon ice, thing ice." S.T. Coleridge, 1803 (Cumberland)

1841
"I never saw a more straight-forward day of rain out of Cumberland, Wales, or Naples, and so dark withal I could scarcely see to read at midday, and got dreadfully low. I am ashamed to find myself so much at mercy of a dark sky." John Ruskin, 1841 (Denmark Hill, Surrey)

2009


A day, again, of many parts. I thought it would never stop raining when I realised how hard it was coming down early this morning, but sure enough the winds swept it all away, and there was blue sky again. I was just about to go to bed when there was a screaming from outside, and I threw the window open to make sure that it was an animal rather than a person, which of course it was - a fox, perhaps? But looking up, the stars were gloriously out, Orion shining bright, and there was a strange promise of warmth to the wind - especially odd, since I'm now sitting here rather chilled! And so, to bed... Byslantedlight, 2009 (Cambs.)

2010

A cold, clear day and the sun setting as I drove home around 3.30pm... Byslantedlight, 2010 (Cambs.)

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"I never saw a more straight-forward day of rain out of Cumberland, Wales, or Naples, and so dark withal I could scarcely see to read at midday, and got dreadfully low. I am ashamed to find myself so much at mercy of a dark sky." John Ruskin, 1841 (Denmark Hill, Surrey)
Mwahahah! It's a fair cop.

Whenever you quote Ruskin, I always picture him as he appeared in the Beeb's Desperate Romantics last year...