I was running late for ParkRun. You don't say. I chose to cycle around the University, rather than risk the mud of the Trail. This was the first time in a month or so since I have passed through campus. The inner shell for a new block on the hideously named Knowledge Gateway has appeared.#
ParkRun was functional. The course was slippery with the combination of earlier rain and acorns. I took it easy. Once again I was caught up in the pack with "THANK YOU MARSHALL!!!!" Man. Give it a rest, fella. Like I've said previously, it's me that's got the problem, not him.#
The lavender around the dry garden in Castle Park smelt delightful. It probably should have been harvested by now. The overnight rain added to the aroma arising as I puffed and panted up the hill.#
Badminton rackets and SHUTTLECOCKS were on the shopping list during a brief trip to Sports Direct. We're keen to play up on campus. As ever with Sports Direct, price is everything - usually at the expense of quality. £10.99 for two rackets and three SHUTTLECOCKS can't be right.#
I met up with A by Firstsite. We wanted to see the Wirth-Miller exhibition that opened earlier in the week. Dennis and Dicky were local legends around Weird Wiv. They were also just before out time. We moved in and they moved on to the Great Artistic Palette in the Sky. Both are still spoken of with great fondness. I was keen to explore more of Dennis Wirth-Miller's Estuary Wilds work.#
The exhibition was vast. It deserves a wider audience. It probably won't achieve this. The rustic colours on canvas contrasted perfectly with the purple and green walls of the gallery.#
My arm was starting to throb a little after being jabbed yesterday. A was taking the art very seriously. I did a runner and cycled off to Lidl in search of cheapo BOOZE.#
We met up once again in the pool. I had a lane to myself. The throbbing continued. I had a very lame 40 lengths at pedestrian pace.#
I cycled back through the University. Students were starting to arrive for Fresher's Week. That was me, 32 years ago. Blimey. I wasn't sure if I envied the young guns or felt relieved that I was well out of all the awkwardness.#
I had a WivGigs long row booked in for mid-afternoon. It was touch and go if we would row or not. The wind was blowing up down by the Sailing Club. It made launching Audacity a tricky move in the tight surroundings of the hard. Life jackets were compulsory.#
Our rival club Corsairs were also launching. They headed downstream, we went upstream. Never the twain, etc.#
The Ferry was also running for what must be one of the final weekends of the season. It may have been breezy, but that didn't stop a few hardened sunbathers in their river facing gardens along the front.#
The Big Essex Skies were incredible. We looked up between the clouds and caught a lone buzzard circling. A flock of seagulls then flew directly into the path of the boat.#
We passed a lone swimmer around Windy Corner in Rowhedge. Respect, Madam. We continued upstream and towards the Hythe. The leaves on the top of the trees along the Trail looked singed as the changing of the season delivered that stunning red, yellow and green transition.#
We had a quick turnaround by the Big Red Boat, and then battled the tide to make it back to the Sailing Club. Our row was just under 10km. It was the right decision to head out with such a strong crew.#
I had just enough light left in the day to do a garden shed reorganisation. I needed to create a little extra space ahead of the delivery of a couple of new bicycles in a few weeks. n+1 etc.#
The summer garden table was stored away for another year. Always a poignant task.#
Saturday evening was spent watching The Labour Files in complete astonishment.#
#whynotjointhelabourparty etc.#
I had some decent feedback on the work I'm doing for Colne Radio right now. It's getting the results required. That sent me to bed with a smile on my face.#
I was running late for ParkRun. You don't say. I chose to cycle around the University, rather than risk the mud of the Trail. This was the first time in a month or so since I have passed through campus. The inner shell for a new block on the hideously named Knowledge Gateway has appeared.#
ParkRun was functional. The course was slippery with the combination of earlier rain and acorns. I took it easy. Once again I was caught up in the pack with "THANK YOU MARSHALL!!!!" Man. Give it a rest, fella. Like I've said previously, it's me that's got the problem, not him.#
The lavender around the dry garden in Castle Park smelt delightful. It probably should have been harvested by now. The overnight rain added to the aroma arising as I puffed and panted up the hill.#
Badminton rackets and SHUTTLECOCKS were on the shopping list during a brief trip to Sports Direct. We're keen to play up on campus. As ever with Sports Direct, price is everything - usually at the expense of quality. £10.99 for two rackets and three SHUTTLECOCKS can't be right.#
I met up with A by Firstsite. We wanted to see the Wirth-Miller exhibition that opened earlier in the week. Dennis and Dicky were local legends around Weird Wiv. They were also just before out time. We moved in and they moved on to the Great Artistic Palette in the Sky. Both are still spoken of with great fondness. I was keen to explore more of Dennis Wirth-Miller's Estuary Wilds work.#
The exhibition was vast. It deserves a wider audience. It probably won't achieve this. The rustic colours on canvas contrasted perfectly with the purple and green walls of the gallery.#
My arm was starting to throb a little after being jabbed yesterday. A was taking the art very seriously. I did a runner and cycled off to Lidl in search of cheapo BOOZE.#
We met up once again in the pool. I had a lane to myself. The throbbing continued. I had a very lame 40 lengths at pedestrian pace.#
I cycled back through the University. Students were starting to arrive for Fresher's Week. That was me, 32 years ago. Blimey. I wasn't sure if I envied the young guns or felt relieved that I was well out of all the awkwardness.#
I had a WivGigs long row booked in for mid-afternoon. It was touch and go if we would row or not. The wind was blowing up down by the Sailing Club. It made launching Audacity a tricky move in the tight surroundings of the hard. Life jackets were compulsory.#
Our rival club Corsairs were also launching. They headed downstream, we went upstream. Never the twain, etc.#
The Ferry was also running for what must be one of the final weekends of the season. It may have been breezy, but that didn't stop a few hardened sunbathers in their river facing gardens along the front.#
The Big Essex Skies were incredible. We looked up between the clouds and caught a lone buzzard circling. A flock of seagulls then flew directly into the path of the boat.#
We passed a lone swimmer around Windy Corner in Rowhedge. Respect, Madam. We continued upstream and towards the Hythe. The leaves on the top of the trees along the Trail looked singed as the changing of the season delivered that stunning red, yellow and green transition.#
We had a quick turnaround by the Big Red Boat, and then battled the tide to make it back to the Sailing Club. Our row was just under 10km. It was the right decision to head out with such a strong crew.#
I had just enough light left in the day to do a garden shed reorganisation. I needed to create a little extra space ahead of the delivery of a couple of new bicycles in a few weeks. n+1 etc.#
The summer garden table was stored away for another year. Always a poignant task.#
Saturday evening was spent watching The Labour Files in complete astonishment.#
#whynotjointhelabourparty etc.#
I had some decent feedback on the work I'm doing for Colne Radio right now. It's getting the results required. That sent me to bed with a smile on my face.#
