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Living

Jane NextDoor

My new name.

In August, I moved. I moved to an apartment with a view; described by one local amateur thespian as ‘Not a location, but a destination, darling!’ I didn’t just arrive here, I was absorbed. My default detachment setting was over-ridden. The neighbourhood took me in, gave me flowers, wine (lots of wine, it’s Wivenhoe), conversation and a sense of community.

Four months later, I remain centre stage at a waterside theatre; the winter stalls filled by fishing boats, cyclists, walkers, runners, dogs and their humans. This week, I exchanged Christmas gifts with neighbours and so discovered my new name. NextDoor is where I am (even if they live in the next street).

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Smiling

Miss Baudet Bedecked

The devil’s in the detail for Miss Baudet – Merry Christmas!

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Moving

Soft Focus

Taken on my sunset walk along the River Colne tonight, in the freezing fog, looking across to Rowhedge and their Christmas decorations. Every season, and each change of the weather, has its own beauty. The fog muffles sound and alters light, bringing quiet and calm, slowing life down.

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Smiling

The Last Cracker

The Last Cracker

Twelfth night is here, Christmas time has ended. With the decorations all packed away, it’s time to see in Epiphany with a bang (or at least a loud crack) and don our paper crowns to welcome the three kings.

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Smiling

Where’s Robin?

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Smiling

A Christmas Kiss

At Covent Garden, London, in the South Hall of the Old Market.

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Moving

Skate

Saturday night at Somerset House, London, by the seasonal skating rink.