Happy New Year. I quite like this time on New Year’s Day morning. It’s quiet everywhere. The party revellers and the pissheads from last night are still either asleep or nursing hangovers. I had a couple of small glasses of wine before midnight, and that was it, so I’m clear-headed this morning.

Aside from aircraft landing at Heathrow, it’s very quiet outside, and I can hear the birds singing. It’s a cold morning, much too cold for my liking, but at least it’s a dry, sunny, blue-sky day.

I might go out for a walk later, take a few photos. I have a break from the salt mine until Monday, which is always a good thing. First, though, it’s time to enjoy another mug of coffee.