I suppose it is inevitable that one is ruminative as the old year passes into the new.
At our Christmas Eve dinner, we were encouraged to reflect on what the experience of 2016 has been. It has been a ghastly year. The first since 1979, in my adult lifetime, when there has been a big shift in the public and political mood towards the unpredictability and ominousness of the future and the possible irrationality and destructiveness of democratic choice: moving away from the postwar European settlement, formed in order to prevent the possibility of there ever being another European war; a strange, hoodlum President taking the helm of what has been considered the greatest country in the world.
On the other hand, I’m enjoying slipping into the New Year with Waterlog: A Swimmer’s Journey through Britain as Roger Deakin describes ever more adventurous and arduous swims, off the coast of Dorset, in the Dales of Yorkshire and now on Jura. There are more books to look forward to, by Deakin and other authors.