… off my wall at lunchtime today.

Not by grockles (with or without thermos flasks) and not by the heat either, but by the rain.

The weather has been miserable for a while and it brightened up a little at about 11:00 but round about 14:00 it started again and I came home to finish off my butties and fruit in the dry.

But I went for another quick walk before doing so because the storms of last night seem to have washed up yet another Ship of the Day into our little port.

It’s our old friend Victress come back to see us.

She was here at the end of May as you might remember, and here she is again today, washed in on the storm all the way from Cowes on the Isle of Wight.

You may have noticed all of the gaily coloured flamboyant marquees in the background of the above photo.

Yes, the circus is in town, and I’m not talking about the British Brexit Negotiating Committee either, but the real thing.

They did a couple of laps around the town today with the loud-hailer giving us all of the information. But I shan’t be going. I used to live in a country where there are about 17.4 million of them.

Last night, I took a while to drop off, but when I did I was away until the alarm went off. And I had a struggle to rise, I’ll tell you. Leaving my bed was even worse.

I’d been on my travels too, with a group of quasi-intellectulas who were planning to attack the Old City of Granville – with nautical torpedoes. I’m REALLY sure that that would work, aren’t you?

Lunch has been discussed already, so what else?

Well, apart from fighting off the urge to close my eyes (and how difficult was that?) I’ve been on the blog again. And astonishingly, I’m in late December.

That might make you think that I’ve done piles, but my personal life is no business of yours.

I finished off all of October, even doing the 1st of November too, last night before bed so this morning it was a case of carrying on. But after three and a half weeks of November I headed off to the UK for two weeks (my last ever voyage to the UK as it happens except for a quick aller-retour for Terry’s slates from near Folkestone).

those pages aren’t just conjoined – they are well-and-truly intertwined so like the others that are in a similar condition, I’m leaving them until later.

I’ve already done the next few weeks from when I came back, but not to the current standards so I’m working through them as I go.

The period from January 2013 until June 2013 was a very difficult period, as some of you might remember. What I do about those pages, such as they are (because there aren’t all that many), I haven’t decided yet.

I could have done a lot more too, but one page that wasn’t even as much as a placeholder involved a rewrite that ran well into four figures. And I could have added much more too.

But it took me well over an hour to write it up and there’s only so much that I can do at a sitting like this.

But I did something tonight that I haven’t done in quite a while.

With the windows wide-open I heard a deep hooter coming from the docks and a quick glance out of the window, I could see that it was high tide.

Thinking that this might be Victress on her way out of port, I grabbed the camera and made tracks. It’s pretty tight in and out of the harbour gates and I was intrigued to see how she managed it.

I was too late unfortunately. Whether or not it was the Victress who had sounded her siren, her berth was empty and by the looks of things she had long-gone too.

But it wasn’t a wasted trip out by any means as we were having this most delightful sunset.

Sunsets around here are certainly superb and here’s another one to add to my collection

If the weather clears up tomorrow, which it may well do judging by the sunset, I might go for a walk into town. If not, I’ll sit around here and mooch all day.

There are still some things that I want for my trip – in just exactly a month’s time.

I ought to get weaving.