Dawn on the walnut tree.

 

 

 

 

Actually it is one of seven walnut trees which I have discovered on my cycle ride. Unfortunately, none of them has ever produced any edible harvest
but I will keep looking.

Is this the End of the World?

Well, I continued cycling and did not fall off the edge so, probably not.

Not much warmer.

  

 

It may look warmer but the temperature only rose about four degrees even when the sun had risen.

Cold

 

 

Minus 5.6 degrees Centigrade and 8 miles of black ice.
Not very enjoyable.

Thank goodness there was no wind.

Early morning pollution.

 Let's start the day with some good old fashioned pollution.
Where are these people flying to at this time of the morning?

 Yes, I am back on my bicycle now that it has been repaired after the collision with the fox.
(See my post of 31 January 2021)

Passport Portraits of Yesteryear no. 50

Continuing the series of passport portraits in my collection.
Peruse and wonder.

The Great War has started, the British Expeditionary Force in Belgium is being forced back into France by the assault and the Kentish Channel ports are flooded with refugees.
    Folkestone is awash with Belgians who have fled before the foe and sought safety in Britain, but how do we distinguish real refugees from the possible spies which might have been infiltrated into the throngs of desperate humanity?
    The answer is to engage Belgian police staff to attend the pier at Folkestone and interview any suspects as they disembark. Ernest Godefroy is a forty year old Belgian detective whose job it now is to meet the ship from Ostend every day and make himself available to the Immigration and Security staff  working there. He has taken lodgings in Harvey Street, only a few minutes walk from the port.

Sunset on my bells.