… 03:30 and 05:20.
This is getting quite ridiculous, isn’t it? There’s absolutely no point whatever in going to bed early if I’m going to keep on waking up like this in the middle of the night.
But there was still plenty of time for me to go on a nocturnal ramble. I had a silver Ford Cortina MkII and it was ready to go for its MoT. Someone who had had a look at it reckoned that there was no problem with it passing its test but I’d had a drive in it and I didn’t like the brakes at all. I was convinced that it wouldn’t go through with brakes like this, but everyone else was certain. So I parked it up in Osborne Grove in Shavington and went home to Crewe. Wondering, of course, how I was going to get back to Shavington in the morning to pick it up. I was even considering asking my brother to drive me down, and that will explain to you just how desperate I was. I do have to say that the idea of driving home in the car and then driving it back next morning never occurred to me at all. However, there was another problem. In order to take the car for its MoT I needed a medical (don’t ask me why) and so I presented myself at the doctor to make an appointment. And if I couldn’t have the appointment on the spot, I was going to be well cooked about all of this.
After breakfast, I had a little sit around for a while not doing too much except a few odds and ends, and then set down to work on the High Arctic pages.
And by the time that I knocked off, there was just 16 photos to write up and that’s quite impressive, even though it didn’t feel as if I had been as focused as I had been yesterday. But I’ve arrived on The Good Ship Ve … errr … Ocean Endeavour, organised my cabin and I’m on my way back upstairs for the official reception.
There were a few distractions, but nothing of any note. Lunch of cpurse, inside the apartment because the weather is now turning rapidly towards winter. It had been a nice beautiful morning with bright blue skies but by the time that I was thinking about going for lunch, it had clouded over.
But talking of winter, it wasn’t too cold for this person just here.
Another one of the interruptions was the usual afternoon walk and my attention was caught by this guy up to his waist in the water.
At first, I couldn’t see what he was doing but enlarging the photo back home I could see that he was fishing, either with a net or with a line with many hooks. And he seems to be doing quite well with it too.
Further around, overlooking the harbour, I noticed that the pile of gravel had been moved round now to much closer to the edge and the machinery has been brought up.
This seems like an indication that we are going to be having a gravel boat in here in the very near future.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen one come in here and so we must be overdue.
We also had the usual stop for tea. The rest of the stuffing that I had made the other day, I put into two taco rolls, with vegetables and spicy rice. There was also a brief 5 minutes of … errr … repose.
By the end of the day the wind was back, although nothing like as strong as it had been.
There was a sea fog and a little of the damp fine rain on the north side of the Pointe du Roc but not enough to stop me going for my evening walk.
There was a beautiful night-time view over the harbour of the Port de Granville. And it came out quite nicely in the photo. You wouldn’t think that thisis a hand-held shot.
So now I’m going to have yet another early night. And one of these days I might actually have one.
Fishing with a net off the Pointe du Roc
