1389 – Sunday

Same machine, different view – unrelated to today’s post.

We went to two car boot sales today, starting with Titchfield, a bit smaller than the last time. I think people may have been put off as there was a yellow thunderstorm warning. Think people come from quite far afield.

I didn’t buy anything except a very nice bacon and egg roll for breakfast.

We then moved on to Bridgemary. A lot bigger, but by the time I’d walked half the stalls, I’d had enough. I found a seat, and then met up with Elayne when she was ready.

We had an ice-cream, I made a bit of a mess. It was a 99, it was melting fast, all over my hand, which became sticky and yucky, so I needed to find somewhere to wash my hands. Luckily it was nearby.

1387 – The Bus Station

The new bus station is I reckon not much more than a month away from coming in to service. There is still work to be done to the actual bus shelter, the apron is ready, and groundwork is being done.

I thought when I went for my walk this morning that I don’t have any pictures of the old station which, I think as soon as the new bust stop comes in to service, will be demolished.

I don’t think the town will show too much disappointment at that. Aesthetically the building really isn’t anything more than functional. I recall the days I spent in Poole bus station, even though it was attached to the Arndale (as it was then) centre, it always struck me as being very impersonal. I had a similar feeling here.

I think it worth mentioning my ability to get and go for a walk this morning, without difficulty. I again woke up at 4AM, but this morning I told myself that I hadn’t made a decision as to whether I was going for a walk, so not to stress over it. And I didn’t. Admittedly, I did get back to sleep, and awoke again at 6AM, so I was quite late getting out once I’d fed the cat, but I had a bit of a project in mind, so I went.

Slightly colder this morning, but put my cardy on, and that worked OK. I reckon it will soon be fleece weather.

1386 Not the morning walk

It is getting silly. I woke up around 4AM, and couldn’t get back to sleep. There’s no point in reading the new.. I would if there were a good news newspaper,

As time marched on, I became increasingly stressed at the thought of getting up to go for a walk. Ridiculous I know, especially as going for the morning walk is becoiming central to my desire to resume my facebook posts. And yet, as soon as I decided that I wouldn’t get up and go for a walk, the stress faded like the densest fog before a glaring sun. Only to be replaced by feelings of guilt at not going for a walk, and relishing in that fact. The trouble was, the guilty feelings were definitely not as bad as the stress.

So I didn’t go for a walk, and I didn’t do a facebook post. And I am still fat! Indeed, my brain and my body are not in a good place. Perhaps chocolate will help. I am of course joking.

1385 – The morning walk

I didn’t want to get up this morning, but I managed it. Still shorts weather, although I did put on a cardigan to keep out the slight breeze. I’ve been walking past this block of flats for quite a while now. This morning, there was a quality of light that really brought these to life.

I must admit that I wouldn’t like to live in them whilst it’s like this.

There was a bit of a cat convention as I walked along North street, one bolted, the other two looked at me probably wondering what I was doing there. At the same time, the seagulls were really letting rip. I’ve said before that I’m slightly thankful that we don’t live that close to the waterfront.

Yet another trolly thrown in the cockle ponds, it really is utterly mindless and so annoying. I had a look in Richard Martins’ gallery. No books of interest, he’s had a nice globe in the shop for quite a while, I’d get it, but it’s a bit smaller than what I want.

1384 – Gosport Classic Car Show

Today, Elayne and I cycled down to Stokes Bay to visit the classic car show. I don’t count myself as a massive car buff, but there’s no denying that there were some lovely cars there. Particularly cars that had been imported from the USA, one a classic Buick, it was huge, and in immaculate condition.

For me, an enjoyable part of the day was the show that was put on by the Gosport Samba Band. They are always entertaining and I managed to take this picture of their master of ceremonies.

I took the picture with my Nikon, I like the way the background is partially blurred, and I’ve caught his hair flying. It would have been more difficult I think to get this with my mobile. We deliberately took our big cameras with us to get used to using them.

We had a nice lunch of Texan pulled beef on a brioche bun, which actually lasted us for the rest of the day. It was a very pleasant couple of hours, and we enjoyed the cycle ride.

1383 – Today

The cat woke me up at around quarter to five this morning, I reached to give her a stroke, to find that she was beyond wet, absolutely drenched. I did the usual stroke her dry thing. Which meant a wet hand.

When we eventually managed to get up, it was still chucking it down. It was supposed to end at three. It didn’t. I spent a bit of time on the computer, and started to think about the train layout. I’m going to have to do the baseboard at sometime in the near future.

I have been meaning to get the dremel out. I’m sure this will be useful, but we also have another battery hand drill that may be more useful. I’ll have to see.

1382 – A Normal Day?

Well, kind of. Our cat usually wakes us up in the morning, normally around a quarter to five. She’ll jump up onto the bed miaowing, I’ll reach out and give her a stroke and then go back to sleep.

This morning, when I stroked her, she was wet. When that happens, I know I might be heading for an easy choice. Do I go for a morning walk or not? It all depends on whether or not it is still raining at around 6AM. As it happens, when I looked out the window it was chucking it down. Easy decision, to walk, or go back to bed? Bed beckoned.

Fridays is normally fish and chips day, normally, I don’t have fish, but today I fancied it and our favourite chippy does do a nice cod, completely skinless in a nice batter.

We went and stopped on one of the car parks on Stokes Bay. As we arrived we could see a cruise ship turns out it was Disney Dream. Not sure if a Disney cruise would appeal to me.

1381 – The Plantagenets by Dan Jones

Droxford Station Signal Box. A very pleasant couple of days.

It has taken quite a few weeks for me to finish this 600-page book, working my way through it last thing at night trying to read usually between 5 – 10 pages before having to put the book down because of falling asleep. I think I even strained my right thumb through the way I was holding the book.

This is the first history book that I have read in a very long time, I recall the point roughly around 1974 where, at college, my interest in history was severely damaged by what iI considered to be a really bad tutor. But, I have never really lost my interest in the subject, but I have been very aware of my woeful level of knowledge on the topic.

I decided to start with the Plantagenets as I have a perception that it is around this time that the recording of history became more factually accurate, being less influenced by other factors. There probably is a little bit of poetic licence about some of the conversations, and acts, all of which can be reasonably inferred from the outcomes of the events to which they relate.

The book is extremley readable, it really pulled me in and it was fascinating to follow the rise and fall of this amazing ruling family, their trials, tribulations and successes.

Of course their time does come to an end, and culminates in the Wars of the Roses. Luckily, Dan Jonnes has written a book about the Wars of the Roses. I’ve ordered it, and it’ll take a week or so to arrive. In the meantime, I’ve started reading the Diary of a Nobody.

1380 – Walking

We saw this mum and her lovely foal as we were walking yesterday morning. It was our last full day at Droxford, the morning was lovely and relaxing, we spent the afternoon having a look around the shops at Wickham.

Elayne bought a couple of compacts, I was toying with an idea, but Elayne scotched when she told me that charity shops aren’t allowed to sell the particular item for safety reasons.

In the evening, we had a meal in the Bakers Arms in Droxford, very nice it was as well. I had chicken & mushroom pie, mash & veg followed by apple crumble and custard. Very nice it was as well.

It has been a lovely, calming couple of days.

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