Herne Bay and the surrounding areas are quite renowned for sunsets. It is one of the only places I have lived where people clearly time their walks to coincide with sunset.
You can see why, it was a quite average day today and this was what rewarded you if you pottered down to the seafront. My phone made a sterling effort here and recorded pretty much what I could see. It was too dark to see any detail on the ground, I wouldn’t have run anywhere other than the seafront without street lights.
I am very winterish at the moment, which means an enormous amount of torpor first thing, then a mountain of self-pity/hatred to clamber up. If I can get to the top of that then it is all good at the summit – the world is full of crunchy leaves, and fascinating smells (try running in the dark and smelling your neighbourhood: ivy flowers, some winter flowering shrubs, fabric conditioner, burgers..). But some days it takes a long time to get there.
Mr B at his desk, demonstrating his work ethic. Note the rear paw (left) poised to take command of the desk environment, should the human prove weak.
However, I am aided in the winter battle by the fighty Mr B, who believes in breakfast before 5am, a snooze then up at 7am to embrace the thrills of the day. He, being wrapped in a fur coat at least 3 sizes too large, is up for a paddle in 5c water first thing; and then a rush to his human bathrobe to dry off. So no hiding from the new day.