As Soon As I Posed The Blog,

I was out into a grey day,

past the snail mail box, 

and onto the number 54 bus to Blackheath,

past Peter Pan's Pool,

and one of the bus shelters,

that had a bee garden growing on it,

a bit difficult to see, but on the sky line,

a worker repairing the roof,

 the building that never seems to be finished,

and Lewisham market,

the graveyard opposite St. Margarets church,

I was early, the florists next to the station at Blackheath only just opening up,

a new time table had been introduced over the past few days, the 09.31 I normally catch to connect with the train from Dartford to Gravesend now no longer running,

the sky above Blackheath station looking a bit brighter, onto the train to Dartford, where instead of arriving at platform 2, where I normally walk over the footbridge to platform 4, the train actually arrived at platform 4, I asked one of the staff when the next train to Gravesend would be, the reply, "you just got off of it!', great news, it appears the 09.34 from Blackheath now runs through Dartford to Gravesend, and another bonus in the new timetable, the train does not stop at four of the stops between Dartford and Gravesend, what a result!

grey skies over the station at Gravesend,

after the bus ride up the hill towards the nursing home that Duncan is in,

I was soon approaching the entrance,

as usual Duncan was in fine sprits, a squirrel came by as we started chatting about a number of favourite films when the name Charles Bronson came up, an actor we both like, between us we named so many films he appeared in, after leaving Duncan his Christmas presents and a few chocolates for the nurses to share at Christmas, we wished each other a Merry Christmas and said our farewells, 

out of the home and onto the bus to Gravesend train and bus station,

next some good news about the return journey, it appears that the train I normally take to Dartford now continues through Dartford and stops at Blackheath, so now only one train for the journey home instead of two,

and here it comes,

and it is the far end I want to be,

at this end when the train pulls in to Blackheath I will only have a short walk to the exit,

as far as I could see, along 3 or 4 coaches,

I was the only passenger!

arriving at Blackheath a short walk to the exit,

past the now open florist,

and over the road,

to the number 54 bus stop opposite the florists,

I was soon passing the new Taco Bell, not yet open,

and the building that never seems to be finished,

at the Greenman stop in the distance I noticed another roof, 

with plants for bees in the distance,

with all of the rain the ones on top of some bus stops,

looking nice and healthy, I just hope the bees visit next summer,

at the Beckenham Hill entrance to the park, on the left in the distance what looks like a circus,

and there is a fun fair over the Christmas period,

past the snail mail box and home,

after watching a few documentaries in the afternoon, I was Joined by one of carrot family, for my read and sherry, as it happens I had started a new book, one about the life of one of my favourite non-fiction writers, the Reverend J. G. Wood, written by his son, Theodore Wood, titled The Rev. J. G. Wood: His Life And Work,

from the blurb: 'Oxford-educated clergyman and prolific writer on natural history topics ranging from seashore wildlife to microscopy, John George Wood (1827–89) wrote and lectured for a receptive Victorian audience. His books were not rigorously scientific, but they made their subjects accessible to laypeople and were said to have inspired many future naturalists in their youth. His Nature's Teachings (1877) has also been reissued in this series. Theodore Wood (1862–1923) published this biography of his father in 1890. The account covers Wood's childhood and education, his clerical work and his desire to share his enthusiasm for the natural world with the public. His lecturing engagements, including a tour of America, and his home life are also discussed. An affectionate portrait of a significant figure in the history of popular science, this work sheds light on the intellectual interests of its subject and his readership', as it happens it seems that it will be an enjoyable read,

I had a starter of a prawn cocktail,

followed by a shepherds pie,

'Cheers!', as usual I watched a Simpsons, a Giant Lobster Hunters, and a BattleBots, when Diana arrived home it was feet up for a Lewis, before rounding off the evening with a New Ticks, after which we were off to bed.