679 – The Morning Walk

The rest of this post is a bit disjointed. They are the notes I dictated as I was walking toward the midway point of my walk. The dictation tool isn’t perfect, it is pretty good but just needs a little bit of editing. Sorry it’s a bit disjointed – good practice for improvisation.

There’s just a very slight chill to the air and I’m trying to call which way the day is going to go. There’s a bloke walking down the middle of the road that’s two people that I’ve seen doing it over the last couple of days. Now admittedly it’s early and there isn’t much traffic around but nonetheless why do you walk down the middle of the road?

The morning chorus chorus is not very intense at 0536. I wanted to get out of the house by 05 33 and I think I beat that by three minutes heading then down to the waterfront to do a little bit of videoing and capturing a couple of pictures on the way. The air gives a freshness to the morning and there are quite a lot of clouds actually but the day could still go either way. There is the promise of a warm day but we also need rain.

There’s the sound of a jet flying overhead I wonder where it’s going, not even sure of the direction of travel. I check flight radar to see if it shows up anything. There are two jets going overhead a 747 going to Campinas from Amsterdam (I don’t know where Campinias is) and what looks like a 737 going to Agadir. I see a nice new gate next to the Masonic Hall. I stand for a moment, relishing the freshness in the gentle breeze.

Something’s been having a bit of a go at a rubbish bag. There is liter spread all over the car park. Presumably somebody left the bin liner out and either seagulls or foxes found it. I think they’re the two most likely, although pigeons might have had ago as well.

So just approaching white lion walk it’s a 1970 structure Gosport’s concrete city. There are a couple of limited photographic opportunities here. Some angles to explore; the flight of steps, it goes nowhere and what sort it looks like a waste disposal chute.

Burnhams walk seems to be quite a friendly little community just walking under the concrete pillars in morning

Into the domain of the screaming seagull North Cross Road and will be joining the High Street within the minute, 5:48 which means just under half an hour before the #Breakfast club starts.

So I’m walking past Greggs about 15 minutes earlier than I normally do. No cooking smells this morning – probably too early. Getting close to the waterfront now approaching the ferry terminal. Time to fully extend the tripod after I’ve cross the road. The Sun is getting bright.

Pepe who the first person I spoke to this morning as he was coming off the 0600 ferry

Just walking onto the Haslar Marina Pier Wall. St Clair is just making her turn out of out of the Camber.

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I just want to write, but I prefer to stay away from controversial topics like politics. I am happy to confess that at the moment, I am writing for me. If you enjoy my writings, and I hope you do then that is all the better.

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