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<\/a>Despite the quarantine regulations I still need my daily bread so I went off into town.<\/p>\nRegular readers of this rubbish will recall that we’ve seen on several occasions these mysterious buoys that keep on appearing and then disappearing offshore.<\/p>\n
Despite all of my enquiries I’ve never yet managed to find out to what they relate. My best guess is that it’s do do with fishing nets or lobster pots but I really have no idea.
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My route this morning went round the headland and down past the chantier navale<\/em>. Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that we have seen them tearing huge lumps out of her bulwarks but the last few days when I’ve not been out have seen them replace much of the wood that was removed.<\/p>\n With no distractions to worry them, they’ve been able to crack on with the work. With the tide being out, the harbour gates were closed so I could walk across the path on top and over to the other side.<\/p>\n And a couple of people were busy working. The trawler Soupape<\/em> had had all of its winching gear dismantled and it has all been repainted just recently.<\/p>\n And one of the crew had the wire rope out on the quay and was oiling it and giving it a good servicing. I suppose that they need to keep busy and fixing the fishing gear is one good way to go about it. There were only a handful of people out and about in town today. It didn’t take long to pick up my dejeunette<\/em> and I came straight back here. One of my neighbours stuck his head out of his window for a quick chat and one of the women went past and joined in – at a distance.<\/p>\n After lunch I pressed on.<\/p>\n Despite a good crash-out which disrupted my flow, I finished Project 034 and also Project 029 – the live concert for May. They aren’t as I would like them to be because the times are somewhat awkward. I ended up running short on both of them so I had to dictate some more, edit it and merge it in.<\/p>\n Then it was too long so I had to edit some more out, so it was then too short, so I had to add some more back. I’m sure that you get the picture. I could have been there even now but I ended up settling for what I had because it was by now 18:00 and when I’m knocking off these days.<\/p>\n All I need now to catch up is a live concert for June but there’s always something in the pipeline.<\/p>\n There was the customary half-hour on the 6-string and then half an hour on the bass – the acoustic 4-string. And I spent some of the time working out a bass line to Green Day’s “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” – a song that has a certain significance for me and for someone who, for a certain short moment, was very special to me and who still would be, given half a chance.<\/p>\n As Kris Kristofferson once wrote, “I’d give all my tomorrows for a single yesterday” and that’s a song that appeared on my playlist out of nowhere one evening back then and has remained there ever since.<\/p>\n Still, I mustn’t start to become all broody. What will be will be. I went and had tea instead.<\/p>\n Burger on a bap tonight with jacket potatoes and veg. Plenty of mustard on the bap and that gave it a certain je ne sais quoi<\/em>. A slice of jam pie with vegan caramel ice cream and chocolate sauce for pudding and that was totally delicious too.<\/p>\n 20:30 when I went out for my evening walk and away down the English Channel there was still a touch of light in the sky. The nights are getting shorter which is good news. Summer will soon be here.<\/p>\n But the question that needs to be asked is “will we?”.<\/p>\n There were my usual two runs this evening. along the north side of the city walls and then the second one across the square Maurice Marland and half a dozen steps up the second ramp<\/a>And it looks as if Charles Marie<\/em> isn’t going to be around for much longer.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>Other people have been cracking on with work too, taking advantage the enforced hibernation.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>This photo might not look like much but it’s extremely interesting nevertheless.<\/p>\n
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