Took me a while to adjust to vegan burgers, but I’m really enjoying them now. A fine example from the pub this evening.
Summer’s not over while the sunflowers still look this good.
My eldest, playing an iPad game: “10pm is about the time a grown-up goes to sleep.”
My wife and I: “In our dreams.”
Looks like there’s urgent security updates out for all the major Apple platforms this evening. Updateapaloza ahead.
A few images from the beginning of our holiday two weeks ago: Wightlink to the Isle of Wight, and setting up at the campsite outside Sandown. Oh, and charging the car off the electrical hookup on the campsite. 🚙 ⚡️ 👍🏻
I am faintly baffled as to why anyone would think that I’d like to run a piece about going commando on OM&HB. And yes, it’s “commando” as in “no underwear”.
I suppose it’s just someone blasting out them to a mailing list indiscriminately, and hoping for the best.
Hwæt!
I think it would be fair to say that my teenage record buying was not cool.
My youngest is enjoying a trip to the local Lidl far too much.
Finished reading: The Earth Beneath My Feet by Andrew Terrill 📚
Quite a remarkable book. It takes you deep into the highs and lows of an epic - and probably deeply unwise - hiking adventure.
Last early morning trip to the swimming pool before the Autumn. Rewarded with some lovely views.
Lovely still afternoon on the river.
What’s the role of experiential journalism in a world saturated with experiential social media?
Well, fibre to the premises certainly makes a difference…
Coastal blessings - the warmest it got yesterday was 33.5° in the back garden. Everywhere in the house stayed sub-30°.
Instagram is dead.
Or, at least, it’s no longer recognisable as a photography app.
The back garden’s hit 29℃, closing in on our predicted high of 31℃ today. Windows all shut and curtains drawn on the side of the house with the sun on it, and it’s pretty tolerable right now.
I’m not quite sure when and how it happened, but I’ve slowly become a mornings person. I was always a night owl, but getting up at 6.30am to have my daughter swimming by 7.30am increasingly feels like a pleasure, not a burden.
It’s been a long time since I walked over this bridge.
Winnersh Triangle Station is pretty small for a station right by a big office park. It’s barely more than a halt. There is a tiny ticket office and seating area, though.
Yesterday morning in Crewe and this morning in Winnersh.
Doing a lot of this over these few days of work…
Finally done on a client report that’s been hanging over me for a while. Treating myself to a celebratory whisky before bed. 🥃
Lovely brunch prepared by my daughter!
Fascinating seeing Shoreham Beach from the other side of the harbour entrance for once.
