Gold

We went up to the Farmers' Market unusually early, then back via the excellent fish shop at the top of Broughton St. Then nothing really happened until 13:00 GMT, when we sat braced in front of the computer and saw young Liam power his way to gold in the K1. Yay! Good grief, where did this come from, Liam? Must have been due to your mother being a morris dancer, I suppose.

Then Mr H cooked me an utterly delicious little herring. In pinhead oatmeal, oh yes!