From BST to GMT in minus 60

As I drive through the valley, I get glimpses of the panorama of this county and the hills beyond. Late amber sunshine gathers in pools on the landscape, drenching the patchwork of fields and houses.

It’s the last day of British Summertime and the sun that has followed the light morning drizzle, is an apt way to end British Summer time. It’s been an unusually hot season in Britain this year. A welcome warmth and a VERY welcome change!

Tonight we lose and hour. Such a bizarre concept to a stubbornly non-mathematical, unscientific mind like mine! Losing an hour. Where does it go, this mysterious hour that we just carelessly drop from our needle of careful, knitted stitches.

What happens to those sixty minutes as the tick hits twelve? Where does it disappear to?

Just wondering.


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