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Monday 2nd 43F/6C [8.00] Overcast with risk of early showers. Clearing to a chance of sunshine later. 64F/17.8C in the room. 50F/10C in the greenhouse. 46F/8C in the greenhouse pond.
Up at 7.10 after a fairly quiet night.
I need to go shopping. No, not for an action cam. Despite yesterday's rare attack. I invested in Sony and Aldi action cameras years ago. Both cameras were crippled by pathetic weaknesses in their design. They really shouldn't ever have been put on the market.
Cycle [action] cameras are also, rather cynically, known as autopsy or coroner cameras on the cycling forums. The cameras don't keep you safe but may provide evidence of a likely cause of death. Though this would assume you had several cameras pointing in all directions. Alcohol, drugs, mobile phones, incompetence, idiocy, aggression and senility provide plenty of possible symptoms. The cyclist also has to cope with potholes and rough surfaces. While winter brings its own hazards.
9.10 Time for a walk. I'll dress as if for rain. My recycled trousers from the recycled clothes rack were troubling me. They insisted on slowly descending during my walks. So that it was becoming a stain strain on my decorum. This required a short search for my stock of recycled belts. To my shock and horror they had all shrunk due to a lack of use. Only one avoided the 1950s Hollywood starlet look. Or the Edwardian ladies if that is more to your taste. And who can blame you?
9.50 And back again. I had walked to the next village. Circumnavigated the 12th century church on the mound and safely returned. Passing the massive sacrificial stone of a former belief system. A stork flew almost overhead but detoured slightly to avoid me. It was heading for the lake just beyond the village.
A mature lady was walking the other way with assorted carrier bags. I did not recognize her and she stared straight ahead. Avoiding eye contact. Having walked this road most mornings for years. I cannot say that I remember having seen any other mature lady on my perambulations. In fact it is exceedingly rare for me to see anybody else walking at all. Fortunately I am not prone to territorial behaviour. So she passed on her way without challenge. Nor even an informal greeting. I blame the white beard and ape-like gait. Mine, not hers.
10.20 Sunshine. I'll go into town after lunch. In anticipation of possible rejection, as a vagrant, I trimmed my moustache.
11.30 52F/11C. Sunny but with a cool breeze. I have been tidying the parking space of rain filled buckets and flower pots. Then scraped over the gravel area with the asphalt rake. To even out the weeks of tire tracks. The lightweight wooden rake makes easy work of this. It just needs to be pushed back and forth. Preferably at an angle to the ruts. The ruts weren't that obvious anyway. Thanks to the rather thin covering of granite chips over the self-compacting gravel.
13.15 Continuous sunshine. I am going to drive into town.
15.20 53F/12C. Returning from a trip into Assens in constant sunshine. I had my glasses mended and shopped for groceries. I passed right under a Red kite. Which was circling low over the main road.
The greenhouse pond has finally risen above the 50F/10C limit. For starting to feed the goldfish again after the winter. All eight fish have survived. Their growth has been highly variable. 68F/20C in the room without the stove being lit at all.
It reached 72F/22C after I lit the stove. Far too warm for a bedroom. I'll let it go out early.
20.30 Dinner was mackerel in tomato sauce on toast with halved tomatoes. Yet again I forgot to take pictures.
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