A Bank Holiday bicycle ride to start off Monday morning.
Anna and I rolled out on the old Bobby George route around the back lanes of the estuary wilds. There was no sign of the Great Man at 7am.
We reached destination Brightlingsea in good time. The tide was just starting to turn, and we had a booking on the ferry back down to the Hythe.
Taking in the muddy banks of the Colne from the mouth of the estuary all the way down to Sunny Colch, has been one of the outstanding entries on our Essex tick list.
We’ve tried the reverse ferret in the canoes before, but gave up halfway between Alresford Creek and Brightlingsea as the tide started to turn.
It was plain sailing on Monday morning, with the best seats in the house at the front of the boat.
I snapped away on the photo thing, whilst Anna got a little giddy.
Straight outta the water at the Hythe, and then back in the water for a brief swim in the pool.
It was going… swimmingly, until some Bank Holiday bossy Madam decided to gatecrash a lane made for two to join up as a threesome.
I don’t like threesomes.
Anna then did her golf disappearing act for the remainder of the day; I tackled the garden.
We have reached peak-bamboo.
The shoots are becoming trunks, and starting to invade the magnolia that survived a South London house move.
I chopped away at the bamboo, with thoughts of possibly carving out some primitive form of musical instrument with the remains.
I ditched them in the green rubbish bag instead.
My reward was half an hour or so soaking up the fading sun. I fell asleep listening to… Rod Stewart.
Gosh.
I’m not really sure what happened there.
I caught the final twenty overs of the Somerset innings in the Royal London semi.
And so it is Warwickshire that Surrey will face at HQ in the final next month.
Looking forward to Bell End already.
Vuelta highlights followed, and then some big messy pasta fun with Anna.
Chapeau!