Friday 9th May 2025

Somehow its Friday.

Again.

Jools had yoga, then swimming, then a haircut.

Meanwhile I had to get up to do the bins.

Make myself a coffee.

Wake up.

Good news is that summer has returned, so after checking the internets, I go to sit on the patio with Mulder and Scully, and the morning slides past.

Birds are busy, and I see two Orange tips and a Painted Lady in the garden. I try to take a shot of the latter, but she sees me approach, and flies off.

After an hour or so, I make a brew and have some cereal.

I decide, life is good.

And it is.

Jools came back just after ten, laden with sausage rolls and steak slices. So I have second breakfasts.

I have the weekend in that London, so I have to get my ticket for Wembley printed, so we pop to Tesco and I get that done, Jools does some shopping, then back home, and I'm straight back out to drive to Shepherdswell for some steam action.

Yes, now I am a man of leisure, I can see EVRY steamtour through the county, so I drive to the station and take position on the footbridge to while away the twenty minutes until she was due.

The long straight towards Canterbury meant we had so much notice of her arrival, but the hot dry day meant no smoke.

The loco cruised down the bank into the station, the twenty of so people gathered took pictures of videos.

And she was under us, and passed to the tunnel entrance, leaving us with the smell of burning coal, despite the lack of smoke.

And that was that.

So, back to the car, and I take the gentle cross-country routh to West and then East Langdon and back onto the Deal road, and home.

Its been a packed week, with no work, and yet we have struggled to pack everything in.

As predicted.