Thursdays is one of those days. I do a thing called the Thursday Night Net, which is a regular amateur radio event. If you are on Facebook, look for the GB3IW page. There are literally hundreds of videos of me doing the net. I love it, but one of the frustrations is I have to come up with a topic. Some times I fail to think of something, so it becomes a “Lets talk about anything”. The thing about radio amateurs is they absolutely love to talk about their hobby. You only to utter one word, such as “antenna” or “licence” and you will spark off a discussion that will easily run for an hour.
I went for my usual morning walk. It was to begin with a little nippier than it had been, so I made the decision to put my fleece on. Mistake! Not long in to my walk I started to bake. I only saw one of my regular people. I had lingered on the Haslar Marina Wave Guard to watch the compact cruise ship Seabourn Quest come in to portsmouth. A very attractive ship. I can imagine that service on board would be superb.
The Regular person was the lady with the dog, which now drops the ball at me feet and expects me to play. Of course, I don’t mind at all and and more than happy to do kick the ball a few times, but we both then carry on with our walks.
I was very taken at thee Cockle Ponds this morning. There was a shoal of fish, small fish, at most a centimetre in length, I would estimate that there are millions of them, in a thick band along the side of the south pond. I am looking forward to going back for another look tomorrow.