It was cold – below freezing – and I put on my new Christmassy-red coat and a white scarf for our walk into Dawlish; we had to go to the Post Office with the last of our Christmas cards for sending (the English ones) and, while we were about it, we thought we’d hand-deliver some of the local ones. We walked by way of the sea wall, past Coastguard Cottages, and walked up to the Strand from the railway station (if you happen to know Dawlish).

As you can see, I tested my new, but old, mobile camera; unfortunately, I forgot to clean the lens so the shots are a bit misty; also we lost the light – night was falling. We called in with a card for Hazel at the Vivian Gallery (they sell some of my miniatures and prints) and had a chat.

“We’d better go now, before it’s completely dark,” I said.

At this point we all turned to look through the shop window at the world outside – it was pretty dark already.

“Well, judging by the look of it, I’d say it’s about…,” Hazel paused for dramatic effect.

“Three-thirty,” I chimed in with her and we laughed.

Hence, here are some photographs of Dawlish at night… at three-thirty or there abouts.