I’ve read some stuff lately about the ancients not having a word to describe blue. How much of this is true I do not know but blue does encompass quite a wide part of the spectrum and is a colour I am drawn to.

Something else I am drawn to is a bag of chips at the seaside especially on a sunny winter’s day. Yesterday morning I posited the idea of having chips by the seaside by suggesting to Mrs O that as I was studying shipping movements into Felixstowe the mapping tool locked onto Aldeburgh – a place we like to chomp down chips with maybe a morsel of fish usually on a sunny weekday. Yesterday was delightfully sunny and the salivating appetiser thrown her way had an effect and off we trooped to Felixstowe. It was a tad late for the Aldeburgh run and what a delight it was. Felixstowe was basking in Springlike sunshine and the chips were superb and the car got all steamed up too.
The shitehawks did their bit crapping all over the car (Mrs O’s car – we always have chips in her car) but that is the seaside for you so off we trundled to the Landguard viewing space and there before us was the bluest of blue estuary days I have ever seen. Thankfully, due to the air pollution caused not least by the masses of container ships ploughing the high seas. I had read that this stuff was continental pollution but I could not help but wonder at the full quaysides stretching from the deep water terminal at Landguard down to the back end of Walton with behemoths and their smaller siblings at rest, and their contribution to the bluest of blue days.