Fogless

Eventually, by mid morning, it was a fogless day, but it started somewhat murkily. And the night was not great.
I was in no hurry to get up. In fact I awoke quite flummoxed, thinking it was Monday morning and I was supposed to be going swimming.

Thank goodness it wasn’t! I’m having to psych myself up. But it’s swimmers’ brekkie tomorrow so that might make me make the effort.

I’m can’t really remember what I did this morning apart from watch Laura Kuenssberg’s political programme. Always quite interesting. I had done bean soup for brunch, ensuring my veg intake for the day.

Then H and I took Cholsey by storm. The ice is slowly disappearing from the ponds and normal underfoot sloppiness is returning.

I may have enjoyed a little snooze and my current TV watch involves The Madame Blanc mysteries in My5. Quite entertaining but not very high brow.

I’ve also been enjoying reading The Salt Path. This will be released as a film later in the year. It involves a 50 something homeless couple, down on their luck and out of their house, who walk the SW coast path beginning from Minehead. With a tent and not much else. And virtually no money. (Unless you count £48 per week as riches) I am familiar with places at the start of their route. Oh … and one of them is terminally ill.

Fleur in her Marlow hockey kit who was playing in a national indoor tournament derby. And no, they did not win but they played well.

Thought for the Day