Scavenging and hunting for breakfast early on Tuesday morning.
#PeakStawrberries, but not quite the critical mass for the raspberries.
I dipped into the latest Mule Oddcast as I sprinkled my homegrown over the Bran Flakes.
The 7am work shift was far better than the BONKERS early evening effort from the night before.
There was a pancake tide as I cycled off for the swim.
I still get asked why I don’t swim out in the Estuary Wilds along the Muddy Banks.
It’s all about the STENCH from the sewage farm, innit.
I passed a couple of Dutch tourers cycling along the Trail. One of them had what appeared to be an imitation Moulton. He acknowledged my CHAPEAU! greeting.
West Ham Wanker was holding court - and holding his own - in the gents.
He was attempting to tell some shaggy dog’s tail about a lubricated pistol.
I didn’t hang around for the punchline.
The swim was brief, but rewarding.
Back at base and the Skype outage made for remote working a little tricky.
The garden got another good going over.
Work then carried me all the way through until bedtime.
Only the two showers today, Comrades.