Toby Miller
@tobytram.bsky.social
Freelance video editor. Nebraskan/East Anglian, so possibly inclined towards flat lands. Once hosted a radio show about cinema, but now mainly take photos using prisms or pinholes. Being kept for my decorative seed head.
A stones throw from Cambridge.
A stones throw from Cambridge.
No cats waiting outside this morning. They know the temperature of deep space when they feel it and have stayed in their beds.
January 6, 2026 at 7:48 AM
No cats waiting outside this morning. They know the temperature of deep space when they feel it and have stayed in their beds.
Reposted by Toby Miller
That's so interesting - there's a meditation by Richard Rolle in which he compares Christ's body riddled with holes at the crucifixion to a honeycomb!
January 5, 2026 at 10:26 PM
That's so interesting - there's a meditation by Richard Rolle in which he compares Christ's body riddled with holes at the crucifixion to a honeycomb!
I had no idea some churches had beehives built in, their entrances rare, the honey hidden. This seems another opening for a ghost story: the buzzing in the walls; the church I walked into in summer 2023 to find it full of bees.
In the next paragraph it mentions some bats can fit through keyholes!
In the next paragraph it mentions some bats can fit through keyholes!
January 5, 2026 at 7:15 PM
I had no idea some churches had beehives built in, their entrances rare, the honey hidden. This seems another opening for a ghost story: the buzzing in the walls; the church I walked into in summer 2023 to find it full of bees.
In the next paragraph it mentions some bats can fit through keyholes!
In the next paragraph it mentions some bats can fit through keyholes!
Settles down next to radiator, with heated blanket, hot water bottle pressed to my sickly Victorian orphan of a cough, a cat on my feet and warming tea at hand. Now to get some way into this booo…wakes up with a start a full hour later.
January 5, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Settles down next to radiator, with heated blanket, hot water bottle pressed to my sickly Victorian orphan of a cough, a cat on my feet and warming tea at hand. Now to get some way into this booo…wakes up with a start a full hour later.
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Bunch of boys walking down the snowy street, shouting about violas and laughing.
January 5, 2026 at 10:19 AM
Bunch of boys walking down the snowy street, shouting about violas and laughing.
Oh dear…I’m up late and here, at the back door, are all the paw prints of the cats who have visited since the snow at 3am, hopeful of warmth, some fuss and a second breakfast.
And as I’m typing Rula heard me coughing and came round the corner and inside (and upstairs without a meowed hello)
And as I’m typing Rula heard me coughing and came round the corner and inside (and upstairs without a meowed hello)
January 5, 2026 at 9:14 AM
Oh dear…I’m up late and here, at the back door, are all the paw prints of the cats who have visited since the snow at 3am, hopeful of warmth, some fuss and a second breakfast.
And as I’m typing Rula heard me coughing and came round the corner and inside (and upstairs without a meowed hello)
And as I’m typing Rula heard me coughing and came round the corner and inside (and upstairs without a meowed hello)
Heavy snow overnight. First snow in about 4 years. Almost up at 5am to walk in it’s alien world oddity, but the sensible part of my brain warned me I was too unwell and I’d get a chest infection and have the sad demise of a character in a 19th century novel.
January 5, 2026 at 8:53 AM
Heavy snow overnight. First snow in about 4 years. Almost up at 5am to walk in it’s alien world oddity, but the sensible part of my brain warned me I was too unwell and I’d get a chest infection and have the sad demise of a character in a 19th century novel.
A bit personal, but it’s a nice image to close the festive season. 2am on Christmas morning. We’d been back from our Addenbrooks adventure for an hour. The house is asleep, but I’m still awake and wrapping. Lucia - the neighbour’s cat staying with us for the holiday - watches as I hang a stocking.
January 4, 2026 at 7:45 PM
A bit personal, but it’s a nice image to close the festive season. 2am on Christmas morning. We’d been back from our Addenbrooks adventure for an hour. The house is asleep, but I’m still awake and wrapping. Lucia - the neighbour’s cat staying with us for the holiday - watches as I hang a stocking.
Collecting a bundle of sunsets all at once, to bustle January out of the way all the sooner.
January 4, 2026 at 4:10 PM
Collecting a bundle of sunsets all at once, to bustle January out of the way all the sooner.
Footpath alongside the golf club. If you don’t look up and across at the golfers their walk with a bag of rattling clubs sounds a little like a field of stop-motion skeletons.
January 4, 2026 at 2:40 PM
Footpath alongside the golf club. If you don’t look up and across at the golfers their walk with a bag of rattling clubs sounds a little like a field of stop-motion skeletons.
Wasn’t sure where Olive the owl would go once out from under the tree, but a story soon emerged - onto the tabletop so she can keep an eye on Tolly’s mouse from Green Knowe. Whimsical, but with the ever present threat of claw, a pottery screech, and being torn asunder.
January 4, 2026 at 12:40 PM
Wasn’t sure where Olive the owl would go once out from under the tree, but a story soon emerged - onto the tabletop so she can keep an eye on Tolly’s mouse from Green Knowe. Whimsical, but with the ever present threat of claw, a pottery screech, and being torn asunder.
The low table in the centre of my front room, just before the books I got for Christmas join the group (as the decorations come down).
I always wanted a room like this - like that one shot of the Minas Tirith library in Lord of the Rings - but now I just get sad about the dust.
I always wanted a room like this - like that one shot of the Minas Tirith library in Lord of the Rings - but now I just get sad about the dust.
January 4, 2026 at 11:29 AM
The low table in the centre of my front room, just before the books I got for Christmas join the group (as the decorations come down).
I always wanted a room like this - like that one shot of the Minas Tirith library in Lord of the Rings - but now I just get sad about the dust.
I always wanted a room like this - like that one shot of the Minas Tirith library in Lord of the Rings - but now I just get sad about the dust.
Morning from the land of flu.
Mitten rolling over just now / a star nursery found by the James Webb telescope.
Mitten rolling over just now / a star nursery found by the James Webb telescope.
January 4, 2026 at 9:33 AM
Morning from the land of flu.
Mitten rolling over just now / a star nursery found by the James Webb telescope.
Mitten rolling over just now / a star nursery found by the James Webb telescope.
David Attenborough’s ‘Wild London’ mentioned male Hedgehogs walk around their intended mate before approaching - only hours after I’d read that it’s traditional to circle a church ‘windershins’ before entering.
And that’s the coincidence that means
nothing but my mind has nonetheless snagged on.
And that’s the coincidence that means
nothing but my mind has nonetheless snagged on.
January 3, 2026 at 1:58 PM
David Attenborough’s ‘Wild London’ mentioned male Hedgehogs walk around their intended mate before approaching - only hours after I’d read that it’s traditional to circle a church ‘windershins’ before entering.
And that’s the coincidence that means
nothing but my mind has nonetheless snagged on.
And that’s the coincidence that means
nothing but my mind has nonetheless snagged on.
It should still be on Television, but undoubtedly being on YouTube has allowed this marvellous show to lean into its experts, to not dumb down, to focus on detail (a whole episode on just one object) and to not have to edit everything into a regimented 50 minutes.
www.theguardian.com/science/2026...
www.theguardian.com/science/2026...
From iron age tunnels to YouTube: Time Team’s ‘extraordinary’ digital renaissance
Three decades after its modest beginnings on Channel 4, the TV juggernaut now has its own channel and global subscribers
www.theguardian.com
January 3, 2026 at 11:02 AM
It should still be on Television, but undoubtedly being on YouTube has allowed this marvellous show to lean into its experts, to not dumb down, to focus on detail (a whole episode on just one object) and to not have to edit everything into a regimented 50 minutes.
www.theguardian.com/science/2026...
www.theguardian.com/science/2026...
Waiting in a long queue at the supermarket - and this very niche joke popped into my head. I realised the Doctor Who and Father Ted framing was the same. I laughed to myself. For quite a while.
January 2, 2026 at 3:28 PM
Waiting in a long queue at the supermarket - and this very niche joke popped into my head. I realised the Doctor Who and Father Ted framing was the same. I laughed to myself. For quite a while.
It’s thinking snow, and I’ve a cold that should have kept me indoors, but I walked on and on - because the moon was so comforting: soft and more ornamental than scientific. An Arthur Rackham moon.
Used the Nightcap app long exposure, but accidentally nudged the phone. Liked that, so experimented.
Used the Nightcap app long exposure, but accidentally nudged the phone. Liked that, so experimented.
January 1, 2026 at 5:52 PM
It’s thinking snow, and I’ve a cold that should have kept me indoors, but I walked on and on - because the moon was so comforting: soft and more ornamental than scientific. An Arthur Rackham moon.
Used the Nightcap app long exposure, but accidentally nudged the phone. Liked that, so experimented.
Used the Nightcap app long exposure, but accidentally nudged the phone. Liked that, so experimented.
There’s a small wood just outside town that over 2025 somebody has filled with painted stones and shells and seeds. They hang from branches, hide among roots, and cover fallen trees like army ants.
It’s not twee, and don’t sense its secrets are meant for social media.
But here is the eye tree.
It’s not twee, and don’t sense its secrets are meant for social media.
But here is the eye tree.
January 1, 2026 at 12:29 AM
There’s a small wood just outside town that over 2025 somebody has filled with painted stones and shells and seeds. They hang from branches, hide among roots, and cover fallen trees like army ants.
It’s not twee, and don’t sense its secrets are meant for social media.
But here is the eye tree.
It’s not twee, and don’t sense its secrets are meant for social media.
But here is the eye tree.
HNY from Rula, who has left my lap to stand at the top of the stairs in case any of the fireworks or church bells try and get into the house.
January 1, 2026 at 12:06 AM
HNY from Rula, who has left my lap to stand at the top of the stairs in case any of the fireworks or church bells try and get into the house.
Pass a church hall. The same hall that, back in the summer, hosted model railroaders, a guide dog collection, and a selection of cakes all on the same day.
Tonight’s there’s a man trying to wrestle four balloons into place
2 02 6
The year has an impish bounce, like a saucy seaside postcard.
Tonight’s there’s a man trying to wrestle four balloons into place
2 02 6
The year has an impish bounce, like a saucy seaside postcard.
December 31, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Pass a church hall. The same hall that, back in the summer, hosted model railroaders, a guide dog collection, and a selection of cakes all on the same day.
Tonight’s there’s a man trying to wrestle four balloons into place
2 02 6
The year has an impish bounce, like a saucy seaside postcard.
Tonight’s there’s a man trying to wrestle four balloons into place
2 02 6
The year has an impish bounce, like a saucy seaside postcard.
Found myself on the path which offers this field hill top. Underfoot the grass is flickering into the dead channel static white of an early evening frost.
December 31, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Found myself on the path which offers this field hill top. Underfoot the grass is flickering into the dead channel static white of an early evening frost.
I call this last image of the year ‘rail replacement bus’, as I was crouched in a field, long exposure set up of this view of the sun setting behind the Cambridge to Liverpool Street line, waiting for 15 or so minutes for a train to pass by - before I checked the schedule.
December 31, 2025 at 4:51 PM
I call this last image of the year ‘rail replacement bus’, as I was crouched in a field, long exposure set up of this view of the sun setting behind the Cambridge to Liverpool Street line, waiting for 15 or so minutes for a train to pass by - before I checked the schedule.
What I will see the New Year in with. I’ll attempt to time it so, at the moment of midnight, Pamela Brown - with her wonderful face of secrets and shadows - suddenly falls into frame to warn Torquil that “she’s running away from you!”
December 31, 2025 at 11:58 AM
What I will see the New Year in with. I’ll attempt to time it so, at the moment of midnight, Pamela Brown - with her wonderful face of secrets and shadows - suddenly falls into frame to warn Torquil that “she’s running away from you!”
Bring in the new year by watching the brilliant four part documentary Time Team put on YouTube of their 2024 dig at Sutton Hoo. If you start at 09.26 then at midnight you’ll be at moment they reveal a face - with braided hair beaten into metal by simple tool punch - unseen for around 1200 years.
December 31, 2025 at 10:57 AM
Bring in the new year by watching the brilliant four part documentary Time Team put on YouTube of their 2024 dig at Sutton Hoo. If you start at 09.26 then at midnight you’ll be at moment they reveal a face - with braided hair beaten into metal by simple tool punch - unseen for around 1200 years.
Been a strange year. I very nearly came a cropper on a deep pot hole on a freewheeling downhill road, and work made me ill with stupid stress.
But Bridget’s health greatly improved, strangers complimented my dress sense a few times, AND I saw knights in armour take a turn on the Funfayre ride.
But Bridget’s health greatly improved, strangers complimented my dress sense a few times, AND I saw knights in armour take a turn on the Funfayre ride.
I suppose after the big storm it was too damp for display fights, so the carnival’s medieval knights in armour went on the merry-go-round! They took their weapons. They shouted “for the king!” as they went round.
Then they came home from their quest.
Excellent. My eyes have rarely been so happy
Then they came home from their quest.
Excellent. My eyes have rarely been so happy
December 31, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Been a strange year. I very nearly came a cropper on a deep pot hole on a freewheeling downhill road, and work made me ill with stupid stress.
But Bridget’s health greatly improved, strangers complimented my dress sense a few times, AND I saw knights in armour take a turn on the Funfayre ride.
But Bridget’s health greatly improved, strangers complimented my dress sense a few times, AND I saw knights in armour take a turn on the Funfayre ride.