… about this morning the better.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I was saying the other day that I’d had certain symptoms that were suggestive of a health setback sometime soon
Well, I didn’t have long to wait. This morning when the alarms went off I awoke feeling like death. I hadn’t felt as bad as that for quite some considerable time.
And to such an extent too that it was long after 10:30 when I found the energy to haul myself out of bed and it took another couple of hours before I was anywhere in touch with anything else.
And you can tell what kind of night it had been too because I’d been on the kind of travel during the night that you wouldn’t want to hear, seeing as you are probably eating your tea or something right now. Even more interestingly, I was accompanied on my voyage by someone really astonishing who is making her debut on these pages. Whatever she was doing making an appearance during the night I really don’t know.
With being in no fit condition to start work again until mid-afternoon I missed a good chance to catch up on stuff. But it can’t be helped, I suppose. Ill-health is something for which no-one can plan.
As a result all that I’ve managed to do is to write out the notes, dictate them and edit them. And it’s an achievement to get that far with how I was feeling.
There was a quick break for a sandwich (and that loaf of bread that I made yesterday is excellent) and also for my afternoon stroll, now that it’s permitted.
My perambulations took me around the medieval city walls today and I wasn’t half surprised when I looked down over the outer wall. There were hordes of seagulls down there sitting on the rocks and I’ve no idea why.
The first thought that I had was that they were fishing for shellfish amongst the rocks but they were all sitting there doing nothing at all.
Regular readers of this rubbish will also recall that we have been watching the excavations at the old abandoned tidal swimming pool over the last few days.
There was no-one around right now so they may well have finished, but the pool seems to be holding water for the first time since I’ve no idea exactly when, for I’ve never seen it with water like this with the tide so far out.
And if you have a look just below the steps you’ll see the drain with the water emptying out. It’s hard to believe that they are going to call it finished, but the proof of the pudding will be in seeing the amount of use that it will have once the beaches are open.
Talking of seagulls … “well, one of us is” – ed … they seem to have taken to their nests. There’s a seagull on a nest on almost every roof in town.
It must be that time of year when the eggs aren’t too far off hatching although how many will or will not remains to be seen because there has been some kind of campaign to sterilise the eggs.
What this actually involves, I really don’t know but it sounds interesting.
So back here, I carried on with work and then had a play on the guitars for an hour. I was obviously feeling a little better.
Tea tonight was a vegan burger with rice and vegetables, followed by apple pie and coconut soya dessert stuff.
Out for my evening run tonight and … you wouldn’t believe it.
What do some people not understand about
- essential travel only
- a 100 kilometre limit
- not going out of your home département
You clearly can’t tell some people anything. Is it any wonder that the virus is spreading so rapidly and so far as it is?
My run was difficult tonight as the howling gale is back again. I struggled up the hill and after I’d caught my breath, ran down to the clifftop.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that we’ve seen the fishing boats out exploring all kinds of different areas that I don’t recall them fishing. Here’s a boat that’s been in the bay off the coast at Bréhal-Plage.
There are no seagulls hovering around her so it’s not easy to say if she has caught much.
Another thing that regular readers of this rubbish will recall seeing is that they put some flags up at the new Resistance war memorial that they installed last year.
With all of the high winds that we’ve ben having, one of the flags is disintegrating rapidly and it looks as if it’s about to be blown away in the next gust of wind.
No prizes for guessing that it’s the British flag that’s about to be torn to shreds. That’s obviously some kind of symbolic gesture from Mother Nature.
And this is impressive over at the fish processing plant.
That’s three refrigerated lorries and possibly a fourth one behind waiting to load up over there. Obviously there have been some really good catches just recently to entice all of those vehicles here.
Business certainly seems to be booming in the port and I have to say that the detention à domicile doesn’t seem to have had too much effect on business.
My pause for breath was on the lookout point over the chantier navale.
Sill the same four boats that have been there for a week or wo – we don’t have a fifth one yet to replace the one that left recently.
But going back to the question of fishing boats, you can see two of them queueing up outside the harbour. No room at the inn, or even at the wharf just now so they can’t come in to unload. They have to wait for another one to go out.
What with the howling gale blowing right into my face I eschewed my long run down the Boulevard Vaufleury.
Once out of the wind though, I picked up the pace and ran down to the viewpoint in the rue du Nord where I witnessed a TORA TORA TORA spectacle – the sun streaming through gaps in the clouds.
Eben more interestingly, I was the only one there witnessing it. Dunno where the crowds are who gathered there when they weren’t allowed to. It’s the kind of thing that defies logic.
And so I ran on home.
Here’s hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. I have to go shopping, I have to make more cordial and I’m way behind with the stuff that I need to do. I can’t let ill-health get in the way.
