Hello again everybody.Having had a really busy December and a start to the new year with lots going on, I can't quite believe a month has passed since I wrote my last blog. I really hope Christmas was a good one for all you readers and that not only has 2010 so far proved to be a good year but that it will continue to be a happy and prosperous year for all.
Today, I want to write about the weather - yes, I'm sure there have been plenty of other writers chatting away about the snow these last few days and weeks. It's been pretty much headline news for some time now and although I don't want to diminish the inconvenience suffered by so many people, a difference to our regular routine brings the perfect opportunity to reassess what we do and how we do it. We managed to open our shop during both the heavy snows shortly before Christmas and over the last few days, although in Bond Street only about half of the shops were able to open. Locally, the buses weren't initially out and about, but the trains were, albeit with a reduced service. This is remarkable really, as the operators at the stations had to get to work, as did the train drivers and today the bus drivers. I don't think we should underestimate the efforts that ordinary, regular people put in to helping life carry on as close to normal as possible. The photograph featured here was taken on the first day of snow shortly before Christmas at Preston Park station, just outside of Brighton. A friend was desperate to reach Gatwick for his flight, and you can see from the light that the shot was taken reasonably early in the morning. Yet, here is this silent hero, clearing the platform for others who would later be trying to make their own way to work (or elsewhere) in the coming hours that day. Those who made it to Preston Park Station would have been unaware of this man's earlier efforts so I send him, and all those like him, a silent thank you on behalf of everyone.
Elsewhere today, although the centre of Brighton was very quiet, I was in Hove and a local cafe was buzzing. That's another great thing about being forced to slow down and stay local. I felt a little trapped in a time warp; the roads were quiet, very few people were walking along the pavements (far too icy!) and there was a silence that you only get when you are away from roads. It was actually rather nice. At Tsena, we buy locally and shop locally where we can. I know it's an impossible fantasy but maybe there should be a ruling that once a month everyone is asked to stay within their local community and support each other, just like the man in the photo is doing.



