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Lovely full moon rising this evening - colour of a rotten peach, lurking on the horizon. No photo due to being on a train. Not quite as good as seeing it come up orange and pink and vast out of the North Sea, but very nearly.

OED Word of the Day email: Twelve-incher. A brief and hideous surmise moves upon the surface of the mind... It's a gauge, and more specifically an informal reference to a size of cannon, and of vinyl record. I'm sure we're all very pleased to know that.

( Per Ardua Ad Nowhere Fast )