An early morning 10km Estuary Wilds Waddle to start Sunday morning. The aim was to beat the heat. By 8am it was already something of a scorcher.
There was high tide around the estuary. I appreciated the shade kindly offered by the trees along the coastal path on the way towards the Creek. The flies that kept on getting stuck to my face can fuck off.
I reached the Creek and clocked a load of teenage girls leaving a van, all kitted out for a serious hike.
Interesting.
The return leg through Alresford was characterised by the smell of bacon cooking. This was the inspiration I needed to get back to base. Bacon is not my breakfast of choice. I was keen for an energy burst from the Bran Flakes.
To the Table of Dreams!
We thought it would be a good idea to get a cheeky game in before the serious heat set in for the day.
A and I both confessed to feeling a little fuzzy. It wasn’t a full on hangover, but it led to a hit and miss game of table tennis.
The conditions were perfect with the air deadly still. I tried to add some spin to my return shots. Some worked, others drifted way off the table.
The hiking teenage girls then rocked up.
Oh.
They had walked all the way from the Creek to the Table of Dreams. I think it was as part of some Duke of Edinburgh scheme. They took shelter under a tree. We had a captive audience, but were both still crap. A was lucky to walk away with a 3-1 win.
I tried to edit some of the photos from the Country Show yesterday. I’m finding it difficult to do a batch run of commands in GIMP when I’m shooting with the PEN F.
I’ve set the file size to maximum. You never know when you’re going to get that call asking if you want to stage an exhibition in some poncey gallery in Mayfair.
The issue is that the files are huge. A batch command from 150+ files is too much for GIMP to handle. I’ve reduced the default size that I shoot as as an experiment.
Much of the day was spent on domestic duties. It was too hot to go out and attempt anything else.
Out went the shout of To the Sailing Club! …early evening. I was booked in for a Sunday social row.
We launched and set off downstream. Soon we saw our rival club from the town chasing us down. We had a strong crew, but weren’t in the mood for racing.
Neither was the rival club it seems. A rowing amnesty of sorts settled in as both clubs made the most of the still water for a social rowing pace.
Once again we added in the pause as the oar emerges from the water. It’s only for around half a second. It leads to some extra momentum when all crew members put in the pause to perfection.
We had more strokes left in us, but a flotilla of cadet dinghies were right behind us for the return leg. We decided to head in to the hard before the kiddies rocked up.
Dauphine highlights dominated Sunday evening.
20k steps for today.
