That was a day.
It started with the 8am work shift and ended with some t20 BOOZE business.
My kinda day, Comrades.
It was an odd working start to the day. I had to be around until 8:30am on work shift duties.
I also had to be in Sunny Colch, ideally on the 8:32am train.
‘aint gonna happen.
I wanted to take my PUNCTURED MTB in on the train to get it repaired.
And so instead we had a Wifey His ‘n’ Hers swap.
Steady the buffers, etc.
Anna buggered off on the train with my MTB; I cycled in along the Trail on her hybrid, just after 8:30am.
Which made me a little late for Castle Park Run.
Hey Colchester Borough Council: the clock on your clock tower is ten minutes out.
Cheers, fellas.
I was last to start Park Run - two minutes after the official race clock had started.
I was boxed in as I tried to make my way through the pack.
I passed Anna around the halfway mark. Grunts were exchanged.
It was decent to see a couple of lost souls from the wedding the night before at Castle Park.
This is the town that never sleeps, Comrades.
Um, Yeah.
I finished with an official race time of [oh dear…] and a more realistic Strava clocking of just over 22 minutes.
The MTB was dropped off to be patched up. I was talked into having a couple of new tyres as well.
Chapeau!
Anna and I did a few things around town whilst waiting for the MTB to be fixed up.
We haven’t been to firstsite for ages.Tthe Ed Gold photo exhibition was half decent.
Lubaina Himid was… interesting.
We wandered next door into The Minories for a shifty around the Bazaar.
A little more art followed, but we were art-ed out, tbh.
And then something VERY odd: Invasion Colchester.
Oh Lordy.
The town had been taken over by folk in super hero costumes as part of a charity drive. The Stormtroopers were bloody scary up close and personal.
I collected the MTB, and then had a decent chat with Mr Bike Mechanic about building me a track bike for back at Herne Hill.
I’ll say it quietly: *shhh* I rather enjoyed Sunny Colch this morning.
Where are we? #Colchester pic.twitter.com/FcC003KcGK
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) September 2, 2017
We cycled on to the Hythe Salvage Yard. We’re still on the look out for a pedestal desk for back in Sunny Stockwell.
As ever, we fell out over furniture.
Oh dear.
I found a desk that fitted the need; Anna wasn’t shifting. Or paying.
A quick burst in the gym followed. The bloody annoying Chris Rea gym playlist was on the PA.
I joined Anna in the pool. She swam two lengths with me and then disappeared. I had the pool to myself for 38 more lengths.
LOVELY.
We stopped off at Boudecia for some tea and cake on the return back to base. We’ve been wanting to drop in for some time, but have been a little busy.
SUPERB @BoadiceaCol. Thank you! #Colchester pic.twitter.com/INHB1ScXZR
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) September 2, 2017
The chocolate brownie was a BEAUT.
And then rather weirdly, the shout went out mid-afternoon of:
“To the Wivenhoe Allotment Allotment and Garden Association Summer Show!”
OK…
I was asked to snap away after Mr Official Snapper had a few tech issues.
We were given some FREE beetroots in return, plus the offer of a MASSIVE marrow. We politely declined, with the pub calling.
I had to do some silly stretching before the BOOZE kicked in. It was gorgeous Quayside out in the late Estuary Wilds afternoon sun.
The Black Buoy Beer Festival was lively.
We went straight in with the dark stuff in an attempt to drink the Porters dry.
It didn’t turn into a major session for us. #t20FinalsDay was waiting back at base.
Oh dear @drurs2001. Anything else left in the tank? #t20finalsday
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) September 2, 2017
Along with Daisy and Dotty who we haven’t seen much of today.
Hey hoe.
That was a day.