We borrowed a SUP from G&J. Finn excelled. I demonstrated that I have no sense of balance. I guess that's why I prefer sports where you sit down...
Along the coast from Harlyn, paddle board explorers.
Yogi now has his own local fan club.
I missed the train. Andy kept me company. It was a long wait.
Fay gave me a lift this morning so I was nice and early for the 0727. I got to sit in the waiting room, drinking a coffee from Leslie, admiring the muriel that, in six years of commuting from here, I'd not noticed before. In me defence, I think this is only the third time I've sat in the waiting room.
Showery day ending with a gleam.
Harvest this year has been a race between the farmers and the wetness. The big field at the bottom is done (just) but there's still half the wheat in the bigish field at the top.
Locks by the bike racks. Saves carrying your own.
The helpful sign reads:
Cycles may be left subject to the Conditions and Regulations in the Boards publications and notices
Which I think means 'you can leave your bike here, but don't complain to us if it's not here when you return' (ish).
It looks like the super-sized pack of revision cards I got H paid off.
I obviously take all the credit.
Today was RAF Benson's family day, so we got a little treat of some flying acrobatics. Not quite up to the standards of 2015 but fun to watch.
The ferry times don't really gel with the flight times, so we get to hang out in Split.
Last year (and the year before) we took the ferry from Split to Vis.
We're getting into the routine.
F demonstrating how to relax.
If you do need to catch up on something, this isn't a bad place to do it from.
Go somewhere dark. The Milky Way is out there.
Then try swimming by moonlight.
So slick you can't even see my feet moving.