The cats were lively first thing. Mad Half Hour was more like Mad Hour. They were running around, inside and out, chasing each other. They are both 44 years old in equivalent human years. I’d call that kind of behaviour immature. They didn’t listen to me.
For once there was no Church bells to bother the peace on a Sunday morning.
Hallelujah.
I’m not sure what happened there.
The latest Grumbler County Cricket email dropped. It’s a bloody good read, as ever. I was suppose to be back at The Oval for the next four days with a return to County Championship cricket. Some personal circumstances have led to a change of plan.
We rolled out on a his ‘n’ hers Raleigh electric ride towards Dedham. The promised blue skies failed to appear throughout the morning. Many of the cars had their headlights on.
There was plenty of other cyclists once we reached the lanes. We also passed a fella riding a pony and trap.
There was a brief turn around back at base, ahead of: To the kayaks!
This looks like it could be the last weekend of summer weather out in the bloody estuary wilds. There was also a HUGE high water expected. Perfect for a downstream paddle.
We reached the Sailing Club to launch from the hard. Some WivGigs types were knocking around. They told us that the barrier was about to close because of the high water.
Defo downstream, then.
C was also standing on the hard, about to do his wild water swimming thing. I took one look at the shit coloured water and thought rather you than me, mate.
We passed a couple of brave paddle boarders. There was also some shitty boats that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a crappy Duran Duran video.
It was choppy once we reached the Creek. I practised my reverse manoeuvres by being able to row backwards into the old shed that was now half emerged with the high water.
I knew that WivGigs were out somewhere on the water in Varuna, but had yet to spot them. And then there they were - looking impressive as they rowed along in the Creek.
The crew had also made the most of time and tide by rowing all the way to Thorrington Mill. I felt rather envious.
We exchanged greetings from the water. My competitive mode then kicked. I raced them back to the Sailing Club, keeping a safe distance.
It got unpredictable with the tide starting to turn. I was caught in No Man’s Land with the water not deciding what it wanted to do.
Some WivGigs musical chairs meant that I made it back to the hard before them. I helped out with the recovery of Varuna.
Some gardening followed. You leave it a week and it becomes a right old mess.
We recorded the England Vs NZ t20 and managed to avoid the result. Sunday evening was spent catching up with what was a very enjoyable game.