Another GLORIOUS Brockwell blue to start Sunday morning.
The lovely lido was simply stunning shortly before 9am. The dancing fairies were back once again on the basin of the pool.
I was inspired to put in another 20 length weekend effort. I had the lane to myself for most of the swim.
Despite a water temperature of a balmy 18 degrees, I started to feel slightly chilled with four lengths remaining.
Maybe it’s not yet time to ditch the swimming hat for the summer season ahead.
I warmed up slightly in the new lido sauna. Positioning it so that there is a full poolside view from the cabin window is well thought out.
I cycled back through Brixton, and then navigated for the first time the new Sunny Stockwell gyratory.
What a bloody mess.
I know that it is far from finished, plus the partial opening itself is something of a rush job.
I only hope that it beds itself down, once the shared space becomes available for cyclists and pedestrians.
It looks NOTHING like this, natch.
@Jason_Cobb Still not quite looking like the picture on the box. And the signwriters still have work to do - https://t.co/Da6uxOfFkE
— Stefan Czerniawski (@pubstrat) May 15, 2016
Looking far better was yer man Ruiz Tizon.
I was locking the bicycle up outside the flat, when I noticed @1607WestEgg strolling down South Lambeth Road.
Despite many online connections and communications, we have never actually met.
With so many Sunny Stockwell references, it was only going to be a matter of time.
From what I thought might be a brief hello, how are you… soon turned into a 15 minute doorstep conversation.
And very charming it was too.
I have shaken the hand of @1607WestEgg. I am BLESSED #Stockwell
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) May 15, 2016
It made me fashionably late for the ‘rrey and the London derby at The Oval.
The Nu Peter May Stand was pretty spectacular. I love the way that the club have built something new, yet somehow managed to maintain the cultural legacy [PISS HEAD SUN TERRACE] of the old.
Predictably the remainder of Sunday was lost in a most splendid alcoholic haze.
W*****ed and sunburnt before the tea interval.
Way to go, Jase. Way to go.