As I wake up to another grey and foggy day, I realise just how much I am craving the sun. With our very poor British summer this year it seems an absolute age since I basked in a bit of warm sunlight and just a few days would lift the spirits in this dark month.
I was taken to the cinema last night to see The Hobbit. I have to admit that sometimes I find the cinema a weird experience, especially if it is very busy, people whispering and chatting in the dark (I am a sit in total silence sort of watcher) and others laughing at what seems to me to be totally inappropriate moments. Yesterday was mercifully quiet though, I suppose most people went to see films over Christmas instead. I must admit that I was a little bewildered as to why the director, Peter Jackson, felt the need to add a new sub-plot to an already action packed and interesting book and what was with the new, made up characters? The cynical side of me thought that maybe it was, indeed, to make the films longer so that he could get 2 films out of it and so increase the profit, but maybe I do him a huge injustice. But after 30 minutes of the film, when they had not yet left The Hobbit's house, there was a slight sense of drawing it out to epic proportions. Don't let it put you off, it is a jolly good watch, but with a sense of trying to make a more bucolic book into a drama the size of The Lord of the Rings.