New year...

The new year was going to arrive anyway, whether I was in a drunken stupour or asleep, so I had an early night… only to be woken at the stroke of midnight by fireworks. Can there possibly be another spectacle as bereft of meaning as a fireworks display (and the bigger the display, the emptier it is likely to be: a perfect metaphor for the dawning of another year and the ‘magic’ of round numbers)?

At least we can say goodbye to the season of prescribed greetings. It’s “Merry Christmas” and “Happy New Year” (not, please note, “Happy Christmas” or “Merry New Year”). The days are just starting to get longer, today is sunny and unseasonably warm, and I don’t have a raging hangover…

The first pic sale of 2020 is my only night shot of Drax power station (in the news because it is now fuelled by biomass)…