Another morning along the muddy banks of the Colne, another morning passing the Paras out for an early training session.
I pulled over on the bicycle, and almost gave a salute.
You don’t mess with these men.
Nope.
I swam with Sarah at the pool. We joked about staking out our territory and keeping the lane clear from an unwanted threesome.
You don’t mess with Sarah when she is swimming.
Having had a midweek away day with the parents, Thursday was all about catching up and earning some money.
I had a run of work shifts from 8am through until 8pm.
In Pigeon Wisteria News: we have chicks.
awww.
I admit that common pigeons aren’t the most exotic of feathery friends to be breeding in your garden. But after a summer of loss, I’m rather over-joyed by our new friends outside.
I’ll hack the wisteria down come the weekend…
Meanwhile the tomato bumper harvest crop continues to bloom. We can’t eat them quick enough to be honest.
Bring back the raspberries. All is forgiven.
Having read the Tracey Thorn biog in a day yesterday, I went to the back catalogue to explore once again.
Wot No Marine Girls in my iTunes?
I soon corrected this by downloading the first couple of albums.
Each and Everyone still makes me feel incredibly happy, over thirty years on from when I first foot shuffled around the Youth Club dance floor back in the day.
@surreycricket ball-by-ball commentary kept me company for the afternoon shifts. It was the final day of the domestic Championship season.
Winter well, etc.
But not until the one last knees up at HQ on Sunday.
Cricket. Bloody hell.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 15, 2016
CREAMING it over the Royal London final, Comrades.
Early evening and I tried to plan some events around Open House weekend.
But where to start?
I am determined to look externally, rather than internally. Which means crossing the river.
This could get messy.
There was a sense that today was the last day of summer.
A quick Google of BBC Weather will tell you that.
But it was more the gathering winds attempting to blow away the mid-September unseasonal temperatures that caused the collision.
I didn’t know whether to apply the factor 50, or start gathering the leaves for the bonfire.
I took a brief estuary walk early evening.
I caught the final closes of summer being scattered out along the marshes. The storms were starting to blow in from the east.
It’s been a strange old summer.