More Late Junction listening to start the new working week. LJ is ideal for either midsummer or the winter months. The style of the programming suits the change in seasons.
This morning I was treated to John Martyn’s sublime Sing a Song of Summer. Sure, it’s hippie shit. But some hippie shit still leaves you smiling.
Album of the Day: Leonard Cohen - Songs Of Leonard Cohen
More poetry than songwriting. Half decent stories though. It has a ‘nice’ classical, earthy feel to it. The voice can grate a little. I prefer later Leonard when he knew he was a parody of himself. A talent, for sure. But not an everyday artist to reach for.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐
We were both free for a rare his ‘n’ hers trip to the gym together mid-morning. We cycled off along a bone dry trail. The Muddy Banks of the Colne appeared to be warming up as the Estuary Wilds rays burst through.
It was hot, but not HOT HOT HOT, if you know what I mean. This didn’t stop one fella from treating us to the topless look at 11am. He was quite a unit.
At the other end of the Trail and a Brompton rider was preparing to take on the path with his mini wheels. Good luck with that one, pal.
And then as we cycled along King Edward Quay on the other side of the river, a bloke on a MTB wearing the Forest away Argentina strip cycled past us.
“YOU REDS!!!!”
…came out the rather loud shout from me. MTB bloke had his headphones in, probably listening to one of the ever growing number of Forest podcasts.
Oh well.
A joint treadmill session followed. It was weird running side by side, checking at the pace and the incline of each other. A is VERY competitive.
We then headed for the pool, both occupying the fast lane. I burned off A, lapping her after 40 lengths.
POW! Take that, Competitive Pool Girl.
It was my fastest swim for the distance yet.
I celebrated by pushing A back in the water as she perched on the edge catching her breath. A stern frown came back in my direction from some old girl, clearly never having had any fun in a pool before.
Wait until I flick the V’s at the No Petting sign, Madam.
The highlight of the brief ride back to base was seeing a couple of tourer cyclists passing in the other direction. The Trail is part of the cycle route that takes our European friends from Harwich out into the East.
They were laden down with front and rear bags, plus a pair of bulging panniers.
Chapeau, European friends.
The afternoon shifts were spent in the company of Surrey cricket. I managed to sync up the Worcestershire YT feed with the audio. The ‘rrey were making hay.
Deffo a BATTING DAY.
To my surprise I sold my ancient Sony V3 camera early evening. I have little to no use for it these days. The Ricoh is the point and shoot of choice. The lens on my iPhone produces better wide angle shots than the V3.
To the Table of Dreams!
…early evening. The conditions were ideal. Plenty of light, little wind, and little company as the rest of the town appeared to be tucking into their evening meal.
I was hungry for success. SO hungry that I actually left a dent in a ball with an attempted smash.
I left Competitive A a little angry after I won 4-2.
In Serpentine Algae News: yep, the Serp is closed once again because of the summer algae - just as I was about to make a return to Ldn.
Hey hoe.
I’m still not tempted by a return to Lake Brockwell. I can’t justify those bloody prices.