A day that started out at Lake Brockwell and ended back in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
Actually, it started with Anna back at South Lambeth Road. I’m not going to kiss and tell, but spending the night with my wife in Sunny Stockwell is a rarity indeed.
What’s the Story, Morning Glory etc.
I was at the lovely lido just after the 6:30am opening.
Some fella was sketching the scene playing out in front of him.
WHAT A PICTURE, etc.
The water was… ewww.
Visibility was at best 2m ahead. Sun tan lotion and other heatwave gunk has mad purification in the waters of Lake Brockwell a little bit of a dirty affair.
I managed eighteen lengths. Two more were required, but some geezer insisted on trying to take me from behind at every length.
If you’ve got the power, then just do it fella.
Otherwise show a little lido etiquette.
I had to be back in the flat for the 8am shift.
The Surrey snaps from the night before were edited and published.
My morning of serenity in Sunny Stockwell was punctuated by the sounds of a Gawd almighty LOUD flyover up above.
OH HAI Mr President.
Piss off Mr President.
Some household chores in the flat, and then I was summoned back to the bloody Estuary Wilds.
I had a sort out of my wardrobe before I left.
Keep it / eBay it / charity shop it / throw it.
That’s the mantra, right?
It all meant that my Brompton front and rear carriers were a little on the heavy side for the bicycle ride up to LS.
I’m amazed that I didn’t puncture.
I arrived back *over there* and surveyed the garden. I’m looking forward to the tomato season, but I fear that an avalanche is already beginning to build up in the back garden.
The Postman Delivers:
Some new cheapo specs.
Having blagged a freebie eye test, I then snaffled a pair of £12 frames and lens.
Yeah, yeah, they look and feel a little cheap. But the lens are perfect.
They inspired me to super glue my FAVE frames back together that fell apart last year.
So far they are holding up…
Afternoon work shifts were fairly routine.
We headed out for a brief estuary walk early evening.
The pathways were surprisingly lush green and overgrown, given the lack of water of late.
Anna described my evening look as ‘John Travolta in Pulp Fiction – and not the black and white suit look, either.’
She wasn’t far wrong.
Work went all the way through until bedtime.
Plus some ball-by-ball commentary on the ‘rrey away at Sussex.
Bloody love that club.
Wicket and the win! Dernbach has Briggs caught at short fine leg by Pillans.
Surrey win by 52 runs in Hove! pic.twitter.com/uSLm347C6G
— Surrey Cricket (@surreycricket) July 13, 2018