The week in claret and blue
Seven days of waiting for the next one.
Seven days of waiting for the next one.
And it wasn’t a bad one at all.
It happened, and it’s over.
Another seven days closer to the end of the world.
Seven days of things happening, as they usually do.
A time when some things happened, and some didn’t.
Heading into 2026 with unflagging optimism.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours of significance.
The end of a vintage month in Aston.
Seven Astonian days of merriment and wonder.