Angel in flight, above a Garden near the South Downs, May 2026
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(It was already yellow so I thought they’d be happy here)
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Angel in flight, above a Garden near the South Downs, May 2026
In the garden in question:
(It was already yellow so I thought they’d be happy here)
First proper sunset of summer, Hampshire, May 2026
A view of the stars, with two real humans enjoying them together, somewhere in the South Downs. (2046)
S3
What I loved, what I didn’t, what I’d have liked - I feel compelled somehow to write these down. (Spoilers)
Director and executive producer Rachel Talalay takes us inside the finale.
Release the scripts! Please!
I’m sure this same interview/versions of it was elsewhere too, but in case you haven’t seen it.
A view of the stars, with two real humans enjoying them together, somewhere in the South Downs. (2046)
S3
What I loved, what I didn’t, what I’d have liked - I feel compelled somehow to write these down. (Spoilers)
Sunrise of the First Frost, November 2025
Delicious mist
The View from Vesuvius, October 2025
A long way up. October 2025.
A long pink line. Hants, Oct 2025
Southsea Castle Promeade, 2025.
‘What song the weather will sing is anyone’s guess’
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From a poem by Simon Armitage, commissioned for the new promenade structures:
The Theatre of the Sea
The performance is never the same one day
to the next. A cruise ship enters stage left
or a gull swoops down and steals the scene;
what song the weather will sing is anyone’s guess.
The moon’s reflection understudies the full moon,
then at noon the sun delivers its big speech,
costumed in flowing robes, and still gets outshone
by the extras and bit parts of yachts and clouds.
Beyond the orchestra pit of the sea wall
the hovercraft sashays in for its curtain call.
But maybe you’re the real star of the show,
playing your true self, watched from a balcony sky,
lit by the footlights of coast and shore.
You stand to leave and the waves rise to applaud.
Thunderstorm sunset, July 25
Bonus ‘Sky volcano’ (according to 5yo)
Mackerel Sky, July ‘25
Early Summer evening, May ‘25
Candy floss
May, Hampshire 2025
Iris landing, somewhere in Dorset, Feb 2025
Just another South Coast sunset
Southsea Rock Garden, December 2024
Definitely Autumn
Hampshire, October 2024