Three hours of sleep for Friday. I still got up after midday.
Whoops.
I finally arrived back from the Colchester Borough Council election count at around 7am.
I caught up with Anna and the mad cat, and then bashed out a brief election piece for the Chronic.
As ever after these events, the adrenaline means that you can’t just knock yourself out.
Night Nurse was an option…
I eventually got to bed at 10am. But it just felt wrong, and so I was up three hours later.
I had managed to clear the work decks all day. I was a little smelly, and so cycled off along the Trail to arse around in the spa at the pool.
Ducks blocked my passage along the muddy banks of the Colne.
They could probably swim better than me for Friday. It wasn’t so much a swim, but a paddle. Thirty lengths, at a most sedate pace.
I then spent an hour of steaming and pampering all of the political crap out of my system from the night before.
The estuary wilds weather was bloody GORGEOUS.
I convinced Anna back at base that she we should head out for an early evening walk. The ulterior motive was to turn this into a photowalk.
I’ve been keen to road test the new f828 for the past few days, but not had the time. I gave it a robust run through down at the Quay.
I’ve yet to upload, but the results seem half-decent through the viewfinder. The camera itself is solid - just the way that I like them.
We did a little gardening under the fading estuary sun. The raspberry canes have started to flower.
Friday evening was spent catching up online from the past lost 24 hours, with some further Chronic and Buzz action.