The other night I was so restless I went for a night walk, and realised I hadn’t been out during the night for ages. Earlier I’d watched a TV programme about Norwegian explorer Nansen trying to get to the North Pole, which added to my restlessness. Didn’t get to the North Pole (neither did Nansen btw), or the moon, but so good to be out, and although the empty streets were quite eerie, the hazy moon was beautiful.
This morning’s glorious weather lured me down to the Thames at low tide, where I stumbled on these clay pipe fragments. Interesting to see the variations in colouring.