Extreme tides, bright sun, lots of visitors. I watched the sun rise on the solstice from the comfort of my bed and could see it perfectly, no clouds at all, just a warm orange ball bouncing up from the hills across the bay.
I described it to a friend in Philadelphia, who groaned…. What can I say? We live in California, happy and cossetted on the San Andreas Fault. And we did spend a long time in England, where the weather over Christmas is usually nothing to write home about, unless you want to complain.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!