This was lunchtime yesterday and you can see from the shadow on the roof just how high the sun gets here at the end of November. By solstice it will hardly creep above the horizon.
By three fifteen yesterday afternoon the only sun I could see was reflected off the spire of the Cathedral and by three twenty-five it was gone. It'll soon be dark here at half three. I hate it.
Anyhoo … so much for Movember. The moustache is history. Down the drain. I'm all pink and shiny and clean and I can eat toast and marmalade without getting most of it stuck in hair. Woohoo!
The photographers from some architecture magazine turned up yesterday after lunch and dragged us into the car park for some corny comedy group shots. If I manage to get hold of one I'll post it, but sheesh … they gave the boss a pair of shears and made us all twiddle with our moustaches while he pretended to attack us. Magazine photographer must be almost as soul destroying and thankless a profession as wedding photographer.
So … here comes December. The chaos and misery of Christmas. I hope you're ready. I'm feeling grouchy and sweary already.
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Your photo is a postcard! We're typically dark by 5:00ish here in Ohio, and it makes for some long and boring evenings. I can't imagine having start them at 3:30.
A photo of you posing with your mustache would help, though.
I must confess it gets a little blah starting work in the dark, watching the sun come up and go down either side of lunchtime and then it being dark a good couple of hours before I head home.
Summers are just as annoying; it doesn't get dark enough for astronomy until after midnight and then the stupid sun comes up at three thirty when all decent people are fast asleep.
I'm afraid I suffer from a bad latitude.
I no longer have a moustache to pose in so I can't take any photos. If the press photos become available I'll post those though.
That's a beautiful scene, Dive, and you get to work right across the street from it. What kind of fish are the men catching? Catfish by any chance? Is there still a ferry in operation there?
Maybe it's a good thing you've shaved off the fuzziness, since you were so unhappy with it. If you had put "Just For Men" on it, you may have looked less like an old coot eatin' a sugar doughnut than an ol' little boy with chocolate pudding smeared around his mouth.
I did find the website (research, after all, but you do provide so many hints) but so postings of serial offenders with mustaches.
Lovely photo! But the latitude situation is a real bummer. Do many people there suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder?
I do hope you're able to post a photo or two from the corny comedy shots. That would be a good start to the chaos of Christmas.
Did you delete my post?
I don't think the men are catching anything more than a cold, Speedway.
No catfish in there; the biggest things are pike. And no, the ferry closed a century ago with the advent of cars and the station bridge a few hundred yards to the left.
Yes, I'm glad the moustache is gone. Now the misery of Movember is over I can concentrate on trying to survive the misery of Christmas.
Ms.M. Seasonal affective disorder is big over here. I don't seem to be affected but then I'm miserable the whole year round so it doesn't show.
Mum, no I've not deleted anything. Must be Blogger getting up to its usual tricks.
That is just so darn picturesque!
I hate short days too. Furthermore, I firmly believe we should stay on summer daylight savings time all year around. I'd rather have an extra hour of sunlight at the end of the day than in the morning when I'm too groggy and grumpy to appreciate it.
It sure is a purrty place, Vanda.
They debate changing the daylight saving thing every year here and it always stays the same. It doesn't bother me too much as I'm an antisocial bastard and tend to prefer mooching around in the dark.
I am in love with this spot. I want to write a story that takes place there.
Lots of stories take place there, Petrea. I'd love to hear yours.
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