Shorter than planned due to the Big C.
Great brunch sat nearly in a cool wild flower meadow.
Ewok, the master of finding the cosy places.
Dad joking about isolating before the Boardmasters Festival hits him hard when Covid comes home.
It was worth it says F, just don't say that to H.
Well, I guess it took us seventeen months (almost as long as the gap since the last update of c r o s s o a k), although one of us was suspiciously ill after a week in Seattle in January so maybe that was it too.
Cricket at Lords was so much fun that we went again.
With F, F & H.
Plus: we upgraded the walk from Paddington by taking the scenic canal-side option.
A was playing in The Hundreds. Lovely day, until the rain. But that just stopped the men's game ;-)
5 mins to change the tap. 20 mins to find the spare in the shed. 2 hours tidying the shed out of sheer frustration from not being able to find the spare tap straight away.
Low and loud training hover over the house (at least we hope it was training). Made a bit of a challenge for the noise cancellation on the conference call.
H. Caught part way through a post-gym 530 calorie fuel stop.
I'm currently working on the post-gin fuel stop.
It's warm and damp, very damp, this year. Everything is growing a bit mad at the moment. It also means I can combine breakfast outside with a morning shower.
The pod roof is looking happy.
Evening run-walk-run. Down river over the bridge, back along the other side, over the weir and home.
A bike ride down to Green and Gorgeous for pyo Sweet Peas. We took it slow, so no sweaty peas.