Here are some photos (although not the best ones you've ever seen)...
|day one - thursday morning waiting for the bus|
|day two - friday morning in my garden|
|day three - saturday just before lunch walking on the street around the corner, you wouldn't think this was a major city bus route...|
|day four - sunday at 1.45 in the morning (no flash) marveling at how light it is out, although not really bright enough to take a decent photo|
|day four - sunday at 1.45 in the morning (with flash) - i felt a bit odd taking photos so later/early...!|
|day five - monday early evening looking at the pink clouds|
|day six - tuesday late afternoon, walking home|
It has led to an interesting approach to getting dressed, with an overwhelming focus on warmth and practicality rather than style. Gone are the days of how many different pairs of shoes can I wear in a week to what, if anything, goes with my wellies. It's like having a competition with myself around how many items of clothes I can wear at any one time (too many to count), and realising that layering clothes is only limited by size of your coat sleeves or the importance of being able to bend your arms. I've worked out I can fit a slip (how old school is that?!), a vest, a thermal long sleeved top and a jumper under my ultra-bright tartan pinafore dress from Dolly Dare.