Monday

I walk this stretch of canal constantly.

I also contribute, monthly, to the CRT by direct debit. Mainly because I love the K&A, it's on my doorstep, I love the wildlife and the people I meet.

For the past few months, mostly over weekends, there's been a stand by the bridge that crosses to the cafe. It's manned by two paid CRT staff who tell people about the canal history and to ultimately get your bank details and a monthly donation.

I don't know how many times I've told them I contribute monthly. To start with, I forgave the constant stepping into my path to make me stop.

I've had many a conversation with one of them. I even told him something about the canal that he didn't know. He knows Hetty gets an ice cream once a fortnight and he calls her by name.

Well, the other one stopped me on Saturday (again) and I said, I'm really surprised you don't recognise me yet and yes, I contribute blah blah blah.

Sunday morning she stopped me again and my patience is wearing. She told me she does recognise me and as I am a regular user perhaps I should consider making a financial contribution to the canal upkeep.

I nearly smashed her lights out. 

I was so angry. I shouted, I ALREADY DO!!!!!

Anyway, I'll start joining the canal at a less convenient place. (Jo works at the cafe, in uniform, and she's fed up too.)

Lots of planes, from the RIAT, have been flying over. Too high and too fast for a photo.

Been hot and humid.

Did some gardening.