A Wifey Weekend Roll Out on the Raleigh electrics early on Saturday morning. I misjudged the autumnal weather. The shorts were a mistake. I was chilled throughout the 50km Abberton circuit.
It was a case of chasing the sun. I tired to avoid shadows from the hedgerows. There was a warm glow whenever a lane was bare of decoration each side. No shadows, hello sun.
We noticed the students returning to campus as we cycled through. Some will be old hands, others are new to the game. This was A and I, 33 autumns ago. I can’t say I envy the yoof of today.
There was a bloody stink coming out from the muddy banks of the Colne as we descended down Boundary Road.
Elsewhere and it was an event free ride. The early start led to little traffic. We pushed it a little on the electrics with some work shifts back at base by mid-morning.
A Lidl stop was taken as we approached Sunny Colch. I was keen to cash in on the 15% coupon discount on my fave yoghurt.
The discount wasn’t applied at the check out.
Arse.
I was out of time to complain.
Later in the day I put in an online complaint. Mr Lidl very kindly issued me with a new coupon. I then realised that I has picked up the wrong yoghurt to trigger the 15% discount.
Whoops.
Robert Elms has a moon themed four-fer to celebrate the Lunar Year. Harvest Moon, The Whole of the Moon and Moon River all featured.
Wot No Pharaoh Sanders?
To the kayak!
A buggered off to play silly golf. I had a solo leisurely paddle out towards White House Beach.
The was an incredibly high tide. A flood warning was in place. The barrier was already closed when I rocked up at the Sailing Club.
Work meant that I had missed the 12:40 high water. Yet at 1:15pm, the wash was creeping ever closer to the top of the Sailing Club hard.
WivGigs were recovering as I was launching. The Club Captain L was celebrating her retirement. Audacity was decked out with retirement balloons. I also noticed a cheeky bottle of fizz.
Chin chin.
I launched and made my way over to White House Beach. Varuna soon appeared by my side. They had only three crew members and the one cox.
What?
The crew were taking a well deserved break. They had managed to make it all the way to Thorrington Mill with one crew member down.
I struggled to match that sort of distance. The tide was trying to head out downstream. But the closed barrier meant that there was a weird pulling of the waves in both directions.
I became a little freaked and hugged the shoreline as I paddled back to the Sailing Club.
A major garden tidy up took place late afternoon. I scrubbed down the summer table and chairs, then put them away for another year.
With the cricket season finally over, I’m looking forward to a winter of Estuary Wilds hibernation.
Hopefully.