Our last day of 2019 was really lovely.
Hungover from a wonderfully late night out in New Cross with Robin, my girlfriend wanted to begin the day with some scavenging so we got up and headed back to the Thames for a morning mudlark, picking up lots of clay pipes, ceramic shards and fragments of horse.
Later, swinging by Surrey Quays farm, Robin met a devil goat.
Wanting to make the most of the light before it disappeared, we went to Nunhead cemetery for a final walk around before the midnight waiting game began. (This was also time well spent.)
Top goth day, all in all. The festivities are over now though. The weird void between Christmas and New Year has relinquished its grip and now it might be time to get back to some writing…
