Triangles

Fog and frost was my introduction to the day. Juno and I walked around the hill in the silence induced by fog. The sun was trying hard and the higher we got the clearer it became. Near the summit broken spectre appeared but quickly disappeared.

On the summit I waited in the damp cold for the fog to roll off the hill like custard over a pudding, sadly it did not happen.

Work was a computation of completeness.

At coaching tonight I was not on form the girls played quite well working on passing triangles.

I love trig points especially cyclinderical ones.