… a baking day. And sure enough, I went with an apple pie in the end.

But first of all, there was the pizza dough to organise. I left it rather wetter than I otherwise would have done and quite frankly, it went up like a four-bob rocket. I’ve never ever had dough rise quite like this before.

Then I attacked the apple pie. Pie crusts made as normal, with sliced apples, cinnamon, nutmeg, desiccated coconut, sultanas, brown sugar and lemon juice. And when I’d but the top on the pie, I brushed it with soya milk and sprinkled with more brown sugar

With the pastry that was left over (and there was rather a lot) I made a rather large apple turnover. All of that will keep me going for the next 8 days, I reckon.

Next weekend I reckon that I’ll make a sheep’s head pie. And if I leave the eyes in the sheep’s head, it’ll see me through the week.

The amount of sleep that I had today should certainly see me through the week. It was not long after midnight when I went to bed and although I was awake at about 08:45, it was more like 10:15 when I finally awoke.

Mind you, I was probably exhausted after all of the places that I’d visited during the night. For part of the night it seemed that years of surfing on the Black Web had come home to roost. Someone had found out about something thanks to my carelessness and had launched some kind of enquiry. I was able to fend it off by a bit of bluff and good fortune, all of this kind of thing then someone came along again. They’d sent a memo out to fetch a file back from somewhere where it had been to search through some kind of Return of details for one year – it might have been 1969-70, I’m not sure. It involved someone called Nathan Somebodyorother and they wanted to find out if this Nathan person really did exist or whether it was a figment of my imagination. They were going to start by looking at this file. For once in my life I didn’t have a clue about what was going on about this – it was certainly no name that rang a bell with me and nothing that I’d been doing but it was just my luck that some other kind of unfortunate investigation would lead them to my door

Later on I was on the receiving end of a good hunting down back in medieval times. In the castle of Flint we were besieging it and for some unknown reason something actually came about something that I’d done years ago in the past so I was – people wanted to hunt me down and I had to think hard to keep one step ahead of them and not allow myself to be overtaken so I was slipping away all the food that I could find in the jungle – forest or something and gradually I would work my way back. But one day someone came and you could tell from his tone that he was actually veny much anti-what I had been doing, making all kinds of disparaging remarks about it. Then another question popped up and it was nothing to do with me at all. I hadn’t been responsible in any way but it was one of those things where suddenly something out of control happens and you end up falling foul of the system through no fault of your own and it can be devastating at times. That was just how I felt with this guy here putting in an appearance like this

At some point I was on the Isle of Thanet. I don’t know how it started but at some point we became separated and I ended up in the High Street of a town. There were all these signs about dog-walking which would take 20 minutes going round in one direction and 15 going round in another and so on. There was one that was to walk around the promontory 20 minutes but it takes much longer than that. Anyway I followed these signs and we came to some kind of doorway. I went in and there were 3 spiral staircases, 2 of which were really dark and gloomy and looking very much but the third one was lit and there were people down their picking up their bikes and carrying them down on their shoulders. I followed them, overtook some and carried on going down. In the end I became stuck behind someone carrying his bike down. We eventually reached the bottom, a kind of ante-chamber that was very dark. It was clear that this was sometime a Victorian tunnel under the town, something like that

And later still I’d been staying with this family for a while. Before I’d come out west I’d owed them some money and I’d posted them some, to the little girl. There was another cheque that I had to post but I didn’t have enough money on me at the time so I sent them half of it – to the hospital for something or other. I’d got that out of the way and gone to stay with this family in Canada. But then it was time to leave. They had all tidied things away the previous day and wanted to know where their father had put things . I was able to say that he had carried them upstairs so one of thz girls said “right, so that’s where it will be” and disappeared off. Before then, I was up early, sitting around raading a book and the mother was talking to the kids about me, saying “he’s either a very light sleeper or he’s (something else that I can’t remember) and that makes him get up early. As these two girls came back in and walked past me I said “it’s both”. They said “what?” so I explained what their mother had just said. We continued to chat on and off for a while. The little girl was doing her homework and asked “what’s the capital of British Columbia?”. I replied “Vancouver” but not really sure if it’s Vancouver or Victoria but I said Vancouver. She counted the letters and said “oh yes that must be right” and put it in. Then it came to time for me to go. I gave the eldest girl a piece of paper and asked her to put her e-mail on it, which she did. She gave it to the middle girl and she put her e-mail address on it too. Then I gave it to the small girl. She said “I don’t have an e-mail address” so I said “I’ll write to you. I’ll send you a letter”. She said “no-one has ever written to me before”. I thought “that’s strange because I sent a cheque to her before I came. I hope she’s got it or her parents have opened it and taken it or something and it’s not gone missing otherwise this is going to be really embarrassing for them”. Just as we were about to go a car pulled up in front of us to do a U-turn. It said “S3 Jaguar” but it was something like an XK 120. I grabbed my camera and went to photograph it but the camera wouldn’t work. I tried 3 or 4 shots before this car disappeared but it didn’t work at all. Then I started to mess with it to try to make it work but it just wouldn’t work at all and take a photo.
And here I must have been dictating into my hand again because I remember being back in Crewe, near Midland Rollmakers with my Aunt even though there’s nothing on the dictaphone. I’d received a bulky letter from the people in Canada but I didn’t really want to open it so I was going to send the woman an e-mail but instead I found her phone number so I rang her. I asked if everything was OK about the cheque but she said “no, the bank has returned it. The details are in the letter” so I opened the letter to look. It had been rejected on a technicality. Nevertheless I was surprised at the nonchalant way in which the woman was taking it all. But then I knew that it wasn’t a matter of lack of funds. Meanwhile a couple of Korean girls came up to me, girls whom I’d met in Canada. One of them, the nicer of the two, asked for my phone number because she’d tried to phone me but not got through. She said the “X” didn’t work. I looked and saw that a number that I’d written had been incorrect so I’d crossed it out but she had interpreted it as an “X”. I tried to explain it to her but I couldn’t make her understand so I took the paper and wrote my number on it for her. She wandered off with the other girl and my aunt made some remark about the two of them being “together”. That was a disappointment to me as I rather liked the one to whom I’d been chatting.

It’s hardly surprising that it took all of the morning to type out all of that. But it did remind me that I have a task to perform early this week – one that is filling me with a little trepidation because it may well have unforeseen consequences, but it has to be done all the same.

It’s another one of those moments where I hear Mia Farrow talking to Peter Ustinov – “One must follow one’s star wherever it leads, even unto hell itself” and, for good or ill, that’s been the story of my life and I’m too old to stop now. No-one can teach an old dog new tricks.

After lunch, or more like a late breakfast, one that was even later than lunch usually is, I had my bake-in that I mentioned earlier.

While everything has proofing, I went out for my afternoon walk. Not forgetting my face mask as it is now compulsory in many areas of the town, including within the city walls.

The Grand Marée was going full steam ahead too, with dozens of people wandering around on the beach with their equipment.

You’ll notice too that the bouchot beds out at Donville les Bains are all completely exposed out of the water today so I might have expected to have seen the harvesters out there making the most of it and gathering a bumper crop. But instead, we have the pecheurs à pied encroaching right up to the limit by the looks of things.

But the excitement is proving too much for some people.

It’s understandable that some people, exhausted by all of the scavenging that they do, will want to sit down, but I don’t reckon that a piece of cold concrete is the place to do at. And the yellow raincoat looks singularly out of place down there.

And the crowds were out there too today, many of whom haven’t obviously seen the new regulations about face masks. The promenade on the Plat Gousset is one of the areas that is covered by the enforcement measures.

My walk through the madding crowds took me through the Square Maurice Marland.

Looking out across the port, you can see how far the tide has gone out this afternoon. And there is a considerable number of people out there doing the peche à pied down on the rocks.

And the lifeboat is probably standing by because the tide comes in and out quite rapidly there – quicker than you can imagine and there have been plenty of people stranded out there by the tide in the past..

From there I came on home to check my pizza dough, which was by now doing an impression of Quatermass’s Experiment and planning to take over the World.

Taking it out of the bowl I weighed it and then divided it up into three equal portions. Two were rolled lightly in oil, wrapped in greaseproof paper, put in a plastic bag and put in the freezer. The third was rolled out and put on the pizza tray. The edges that overhung were rolled back into the tray.

There was still time to do a few things that I wanted to do while the pizza base proofed, and then I came back and switched on the oven. The pie and the turnover went in and I left them to their own devices for 50 minutes. Meantime, I made up the pizza base with all kinds of vegan stuff, topped off by some vegan cheese.

When the pie and turnover were cooked, they came out and the pizza went in for 30 minutes. And in the photo that you saw at the top of the page you can see the finished products. The pizza was delicious but as for the apple pie, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow because the pizza was quite filling.

On my walk and runs out tonight I had the town to myself. There was hardly anyone out at all, only the odd kid or two in the car park in the Boulevard Vaufleury and a family walking their dog late at night.

Taking full advantage, I managed all five of my runs tonight and I felt much better for it. As usual I stopped for breath at the viewpoint at the top of the cliff. No change at the Chantier Navale since yesterday but they seemed to be busy at the Ferry terminal.

Joly France I, the newer boat of the two looks as if it’s only just come in. All of the walkways over there are illuminated as if the passengers have just disembarked. The older Joly France is moored out there but in the shadows.

However I didn’t stay looking for long. I ran on for my next two legs and then came home to write up my notes for the day.

Tomorrow I’m back at work, and I’ll start off with another radio show. I hope that I’ll have as much good luck as I did last week but honestly that’s something unrepeatable. That won’t happpen again. But I do have a couple of treats for my listeners and all will be revealed in due course. I’m off to bed.