… why but I’ve had a much better day today that I’ve had for a while.

It didn’t start off very well though. I missed the alarms and was about 10 minutes late leaving my bed, and that was disappointing.

And after the medication I had a look at the dictaphone. That was disappointing too. We were having some kind of football training session last night but I don’t remember very very much about them whatsoever.

Something of a wasted effort.

And so I started on the file splitting. It might have been straightforward, evan though a couple of tracks didn’t work out and I had to hunt around for some other versions which might (or might not) be the correct ones seeing as the times don’t really correspond so well.

But for some reason that only they will know, it took AAAAAGGGGEEEEESSSSS to download them and I would have been really fed up, except that while I was doing it I attacked the July 2019 photos.

And it was just as well because I managed about 50 of them, and I’m now just about skirting the tip of north-west Iceland with a hell of a long way to go still. I’m glad that I started the numbering by using four digits for I feel that I’m going to need them all.

There was a pause for breakfast of course, and once the digitalising was finished for today, I had my audio diary to do.

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I’ve mentioned this before. We are living in times the like of which the world hasn’t seen since the Black Death epidemic of the 1340s and in 100 or 200 years people (if there are any still alive) will be looking at this period with the same kind of intensity that we look at the Black Death.

In the Black Death, everyone had his or her own little stories and while one or two are remembered, from authors of the day or from anecdotes that were passed around, but the ordinary common people were in the main unable to read and write, and their stories were lost for ever.

For that reason, we at the radio have decided to keep an audio diary and we’ll be preparing various radio programmes as we go along to broadcast our stories.

One or two other people from various places have agreed to participate, and if you would like to take part in this project, send me a brief note using the contact button, bottom-right.

With still some time left, I started on Project 035 but broke off for lunch after a short while.

After lunch, I finished off the choice of music, except for the last track of course (which regular readers of this rubbish will recall is always the very last thing to do) and then turned my attention to more exciting things.

Laurent and I had been talking on and off during the day about our Grande Marée programme, and he came up with a couple of really good ideas. That meant that I had to go off on another path to hunt down various items and he sent me something that will be absolutely brilliant with a little editing.

In the end I managed to do something of a test run and he’ll get back to me tomorrow with what he thinks.

By now it was 18:00 and I broke off for a play on the guitar. I had a good go too although I’m beginning to realise that half an hour on the 6-string and half an hour on the bass just isn’t enough. Not sure how I’m going to fit in any more time though.

Tea was a stuffed pepper with rice followed by a slice of my delicious apple pie. It really is nice too and I’m very pleased with that one.

Tonight’s walk was something of an improvised choice seeing as there aren’t all that many places to go. I managed two runs and each one I pushed on an extra 20-25 metres. “Not a lot” I hear you say, but the fact is that the last extra bits were uphill, and up quite a steep hill too, so I’m impressed with that.

Where I ended up was on the grass by the car park in the boulevard Vaufleury. I’d been reading reports from somewhere that smaller boats weren’t being allowed out to fish, but there’s one down there that’s unloading at the fish-processing plant even as we speak.

So I don’t know where this news has come from

But there’s excitement at the chantier navale tonight.

Over the past few weeks, regular readers of this rubbish will recall looking at the progress being made on the overhaul of Charles Marie in the chantier navale. But she’s not there now. The ground’s all flat. She must have gone back into the water.

But it’s still busy in there. We’ve acquired another trawler so there are now two of them in there receiving attention.

Keeping their social distance, I hope.

Anyway, now it’s bedtime. To my amazement, and probably to yours too, I haven’t crashed out at all today. In fact, I’ve been feeling quite lively.

No idea what I did but I wish I could remember because I need to do it again. And more often too!