Oh Crikey!

Oh Crikey indeed.

The call came through from those good people at October Films putting together a showreel to the BBC about motorhomes, and they asked me to do a few little clips for them to help their presentation have a certain 'zing' to it!

So at the weekend, in the pouring rain, my mate Ian and I went over to where Tallulah is kept. Ian became director and I, of course, was the star, darling.

And what fun we had.

Splendid Isolation

I admit I'm not known for my enthusiasm of walking.

In fact 'Erindoors told me today that she'd given up on asking me to become Mr 'Imoutdoors because she had come to expect that I'd either say 'yes' with reluctance, or 'no' because I've usually got too much to do.

So I surprised 'er by ME suggesting that we go walkies this morning.

We went to Wrabness, a gem of hidden splendid isolation on the Stour estuary in Essex.

The beach was deserted and beautiful. The air was still and the waters were calm. Mist rolled in.

We discovered a building in the making, daring to be different. How wonderful that the spirit of great design can still live in an age of planning consents and local authority 'no-no's'.

Vinyl On Tap

Chima - very happy with his new 45

On Sunday morning we had great pleasure in inviting old chums Nenah and Paul, and Nenah's brother Chima, to come aboard my Boat For My Potplants.

Chima had told me on Facebook the day before that he had bought a new 45 that he was looking forward to playing. Not realising that he was actually gracing our presence here in Wivenhoe, I invited him down to spin the disc on the boat's plattenspieler the next time he was in the area.

Lo and behold we bumped into the jolly trio at the previous night's party and so we set up an arrangement for Sunday morning breakfast aboard, along with said vinyl.

And a jolly time we had.

Me, very happy with my sausages, bacon and toms