Sunday 21st August 2016

And so to the second half of the weekend, with less wind and about the same amount of sun.

There is football to watch, orchids to hunt, then the Old Farm Derby on the radio to listen and fret to. And after that the rest of the day kinda evaporates.

Up at half six, and the sun is shining, though probably not for long. So, after coffee decide to go to the Monument to look for the Autumn Lady's Tresses, I grab the camera and drive there, as it would have been too windy for butterfly shots if I walked.

I arrive, find the first spike, stoop to take a a shot and the camera fails to work. I try everything, then find there is no memory card fitted, and so there is nothing else to do than to drive home, pick up the card and drive back to the Monument and then get the shots.

The site is still recovering after the latest mowing, but there was about 50 spikes, half a dozen open or partially, so I have some shots at least.

On the way home I stop at the village shop for bacon and bread, when I got home and opened the bacon, it was cut so thin that separating the rashers was like opening a damp book. The rashers split and looked pitiful on the grill. But once cooked they were ok, but for certain never going to buy Walls again, not in this lifetime.

I have chores to do, but with my shoulder messed up again, I can't do much other than help Jools collect the hedge clippings as she beavers away in the garden. I can make tea, bring out ice creams and such like. And listen to the radio.

At midday, it is High Noon in Suffolk, as Ipswich and Norwich lock horns, but its a poor game even on the radio; Norwich take the lead midway through the first half, Town level on the stroke of half time, and its pretty much even in the 2nd half. 1-1 it ends, and so Norwich make it four games unbeaten, and Mick is well grumpy.

After that I cook dinner, very early. We sit down to chorizo hash at half two, and that means that is it for the day. Jools snoozes on the sofa afterwards whilst i watch updates on the Prem games on Twitter.

At six we watch the men's handball final, as Denmark were playing France; and Denmark won in a great fast game so claim gold. As I'm half Danish now, it was almost like Britain winning another medal. We have not watched much of the games, but it looked great, but there were huge numbers of empty seats in most stadiums. Although the sporting endeavour was wonderful, as was our medal haul, even surpassing that of 2012.