2010 — 18 April: Sunday
Deliciously quiet start to a sunny day without aircraft buzzing around. I could get very used to this. Old Windsor (under Heathrow's flight path1) would have been bliss. (This chap seems to agree... lending credence to the old Arabic saying that the soul invariably travels at the speed of a camel.) What would Big Bro say to Alain de Botton, I wonder? :-)
Right. Time (08:57) for a cuppa, methinks.
The Roads scholars...
... are about to go out and do their fresh air thing. I note, by the way, a couple of upcoming tributes to the late Ian Carr in the BBC Radio 3 jazz programmes. He was a fine man. And I was very much a fan of his later work with the group "Nucleus" from the very early 1970s onward. Consider "Elastic Rock" for example. But, alas, it seems that nobody lives forever — probably just as well.
Breakfast is onboard, lunch is packed. But do I dare to wear some shorts? (I shall have to ask TS Eliot about that.)
Home from the hills
And there are a surprising number of hills around East Meon. The legs are aware of this now. Haven't walked that route since these converging verticals. I shall tidy myself up, have a bite to eat, and head back on over to Winchester this evening for some entertainment in the large video screen line. I've suggested "Short Bus"2 as I haven't got the round tuit needed to catch up with this yet.
I was thinking (it happens occasionally) while waiting for the washing up water to become cool enough for me to get my hands wet just how very good both the Jarvis Cocker Sunday Service and the Stuart Maconie Freak Zone have been / are being on BBC 6Music. Leading naturally to thoughts of what stupid decision will come next from on high in the BBC regarding this fine radio network. It's 19:05 and the sun is still out, as it were, in force. Some more of the same tomorrow, I gather, so I'm gently plotting a day at the side of the sea. If only my fellow paddler were still with me, it would be just perfect. <Sigh>