… day when my back was well and truly stuck to the bed. However, it was rather earlier when I finally crawled out – a mere 07:25. I really don’t know what’s the matter with me these days.
As a consequence it was another late start to the day. But at least I finished the searchable text database for the photos for August 2018. Another job crossed off my list.
Once that was done I started to upload the photos to the blog for that month – although I haven’t done the Canada ones because they will be receiving special treatment.
Working backwards through the month, I’ve made it as far back as 21st August 2018.
But I can see why I didn’t do the photos. This was the period when I was having camera issues and quite a few of them are rather depressing. I can see that there’s going to be a period of about three or four months where I shall have to rework all of the photos.
This took me nicely round to my afternoon walk.
Around the headland with the crowds, to see what was going on at the chantier navale. It’s almost empty now, except for the long-term trawler project and the boat that’s being resprayed.
There’s someone down there on his skyjack working on it right now.
At one of the district meetings which I attended, someone was complaining about the kids playing on the roof of their house.
You can see what they were talking about, with those over there looking as if they are going to be there for the Duration.
That would certainly get on my wick and no mistake
While I was out there photographing the brats, my reverie was disturbed by an almighty racket coming from offshore.
It seems that we have the powerboats back again churning up the water offshore.
I thought that this photo would make a nice contrast – the powerboat roaring away in the background and the yacht sliding serenely into the harbour.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that one of the subjects that features frequently on these pages is the collapse of the cod fishery in 1992.
A while ago I mentioned that Granville was back in those days a thriving deep-sea fishing port and that there were plenty of remains that siginify its importance.
Over there behind Victor Hugo is the former cold store for the cod fisheries. You can see the writing on the wall – in the literal as well as the figurative sense.
Back here I attacked the dictaphone notes until tea time, and disposed of another pile of them.
Tea was a potato, mushroom lentil and sweetcorn curry from August 2018, with a leek and baked potatoes, followed by apple crumble.
That set me up nicely for my walk around the walls. No-one about at all, although I made the acquaintance of three cats out there.
But I’ve been having another think about my summer project. A casual enquiry has thrown another shark into the swimming pool and this could really be surprising. I just wish that I hadn’t left so many of my books back in the Auvergne because I could really do with them right now.
On that note, I’m off to bed. It’s shopping day tomorrow and I have a lot to do.
