Who could resist the lure of the biggest full moon for nineteen years?
So, after some gardening, a haircut, lunch in Hastings and my weaving class, off I went to Bexhill seafront to see what I could see. It was a beautiful evening and the moon, as promised, crept up over the softly sighing sea,
a wonderful rosy disc silently lifting itself above haze on the horizon to hang in the shimmering blue of the sky, splendour unveiled at nightfall.
I was so excited by this on Friday and then I forgot to look out last night (in my defense we did have friends round for dinner) Your potos are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gina - I rushed home from weaving and dashed out again so I didn't miss it - the combination of moonrise and sunset was a delight, but VERY chilly!!
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