Flats

Another day, more mayhem with guns.
Before that I cycled about in high winds doing useful things. Mid-afternoon we decided we’d take in a matinee at the Filmhouse - Daphne. I hoped there would be some positives to take from it, but it’s hard to think of them. Just too inconsequential, too low key, and just not that interesting. Nothing wrong with it. Just the above.
Then the final boat club meeting before the AGM - the last few years have been such a transformation - from camping out on short term leases on broken unsurfaced land to our lovely secure yard all surfaced, on a 174 year lease. I think the outgoing treasurer should take a bow.