Sunday morning brainwave: knock up a tumblr to capture the endless Sunny Stockwell Skies Insta pics that I post.
Second Sunday morning brainwave: use ifttt to automate the process. Job’s a good un. It’s a little bare right now. But hopefully it will pick up, like my Lido tumblr.
Some domain renewals followed. Blimey. I forgot I even had that. I have little use for it now. The only reason for renewing is so that a certain arsehole doesn’t move in and claim it.
To Sunny Colch! I was rolling out with the CTC crowd. I passed the Col Velo boys en route to the Leisure World 9am meet up.
We skirted the outer reaches of the town / city en route to Gawd knows where. Oh look - there’s the Colchester Roman Circus.
Some little climbing followed as we hit the lanes. I ran out of gears rather rapidly.
I thought we were over towards the west of town. A quick turn and oh, I wasn’t expecting to see that. We were on the eastern fringes, close to my home patch.
Turkey Cock Lane was completed. Every CTC ride seems to take in Turkey Cock Lane.
Mid-morning coffee was taken at the Colne Valley Golf Club. I thought I would go with the cheap option and order a pint of orange juice.
“That will be £4.60, Sir.”
Blimey.
Other riders headed off for a day of exploration. I had a few domestic chores back at base. I too a detour and returned home. 71km in total. Not bad.
A little garden tidying up took place. The giant daises at the bottom of the garden are starting to shoot up. These usually peak towards the end of July.
To the Paddle Boards!
But first I had the bloody pain of pumping them up in STEAMING HOT heat. This is a right bloody pain. It gets progressively harder. 15 PSI for each board takes a lot of effort.
Our neighbours strolled down to the old hard with us. They have far more paddle board experience. They were concerned about the strength of the wind. We should have listened to the neighbours.
A lone female carried out a spectacular kayak launch from the ferry pontoon. Technically I don’t think this is allowed.
THIS PONTOON IS FOR FERRY PASSENGERS ONLY!
The technique involved using her arms to gain some momentum on an overhead pole, and thrusting herself into the water that was about a metre below.
Our own paddle boarding efforts were lame. The neighbours advised heading downstream against the incoming tide. If we got into any trouble then we could then just float back downstream.
There wasn’t any stand up paddle boarding today. I kneeled all the way to the Sailing Club.
The rowing club was having a friendly race against our rivals in the town. The crews had been mixed up to keep things friendly. I gave them some space as they powered the boats home.
I drifted back down to the old hard. It was a tricky recovery, trying to make the turn off with the tide carrying me in.
Sunday evening was another Glasto evening. Cat Stevens was lovely. Barrington Levy was boss.
A late bonus for the day was selling another batch job of reggae 12″s. I’m still trying to work out how to promote my Jay-C channel. Almost 500 subscribers isn’t bad. But I need to double that before it starts to earn for me.
Maybe it’s just all about the music, and not the money.
