Every Day is Like Sunday, etc.
Except this Sunday I didn’t puncture for once.
Phew.
It was a fast ride along the Trail to the gym. It only takes a week or so for a bog of an Estuary Wilds path to dry out.
The gym was bloody busy for a Sunday morning.
My gym buddy deserted me; Anna opted instead for the treadmill.
I got a little frustrated when one Muscle Mary decided to hog the bench press station. Updating your Facebook status in-between sets isn’t the etiquette I was brought up on.
Cheers, fella.
I joined up with Anna once again for the swim. I then fell asleep in the sauna as she disappeared for the rest of the day with her silly golf.
We published details of the Colne Radio FM frequency in the afternoon. I’m still searching around for a suitable 106.6 FM strapline.
It’s a shame that Colne Radio isn’t based down in Hastings…
The garden then took up an hour or so. I was left on plant plot scrubbing duties.
Oh the GLAMOUR.
A little more photo unarchiving followed. I’m still stuck in spring 2007. This is when I started to shoot endless wide angle black and white shots around town with the V3.
And then the film for Sunday evening was something a little cheery:
Montage of Heck.
Oh Lordy.
Those grunge days seem like an awful long time ago now.