Another early morning 10km run around the Estuary Wilds to start Sunday.
The cows along the sea wall path hadn’t shifted since yesterday. Like a twat, I actually waved and thanked them as I made a delicate pass.
Mooove, etc.
The early morning heat was making it difficult for me to find my rhythm. I didn’t feel comfortable with my breathing until around 3km in.
A second moored boat by the Muddy Banks has appeared overnight. The first is deffo some Estuary Wilds fly tipping. I’m not sure if the second is a morning by mistake, or waiting for time and tide.
The path heading towards the Creek was busy with the early morning dog walking crew. A polite HELLO as I approached, and I was able to continue.
I had a bit of a moment when I reached the Creek: fitness, the landscape, the sun and a 6Music Solstice Freak Zone mix in my AirPods.
Perfect.
I pressed on for the final approach back into Weird Wiv. Strava tells me I was 1’30” up on the same route for Saturday.
An emailed dropped from K2.
Oooh.
It looks like the KLF are stirring once again. Goodo.
The significance of the online tease on 23rd of the month, looking ahead to some possible action on the 23rd August, wasn’t lost on me.
👁️⃤ #klf #23 etc.
Attention turned to Surrey away at New Road in the Championship come mid-morning. Welcome back to red ball cricket. And thank fuck for that.
New Road has only hosted one day of red ball action this season due to the floods. And that resulted in a wash out. You have to feel for the poor Worcestershire Members.
A brief read of my RSS feed took place.
Hang on - why has the Music folder been empty for the past month?
Oh. Q Magazine folded. Again. I completely missed this.
It’s a shame as the small team was starting to find its stride and getting some half decent exclusives. Music journalism as we once knew it is fucked. It’s never coming back.
I’d pay for decent content, for some guidance about where to filter out the endless availability of new music. Online alogorhythms don’t cut it.
Shortly after luncheon and out went the shout of: To the Sailing Club! For some kayak action!
The plan was to water test A’s new kayak, to see if it is water tight.
Sink or swim, etc.
It was busy out on the water as high tide approached. WivGigs, swimmers, the ferry, paddle boarders and other kayakers - we were all out there sharing the water.
I headed upstream. The other river traffic disappeared past Windy Corner. Soon I was all alone out on the water. I stopped rowing and decided to drift for a few minutes. It was LOVELY.
A good owd Essex boy called me over on the return back into Rowhedge. He was aboard his craft, and looking for an oar that he dropped in the water. We couldn’t find it. Oh well.
Young kids were out in force crabbing along the Rowhedge stretch. There was even a couple of more traditional fishermen. A couple of large dogs were also enjoying a lunchtime swim.
A’s new kayak made it back to the Sailing Club hard with no leakage. I hope some bastard doesn’t nick this one.
More Surrey action followed back at base. I drifted asleep listening to ball by ball in the back garden.
Sunday evening came to a close watching Scotland in the Euros.