Saturday 15th November 2025

It is the Saturday of an international weekend in football, and the highlight is Greece v Scotland in the evening.

Before quarter to eight in the evening, the day stretches out before us, and with 70% chance or rain each hour of the day, we planned to go little.

It seems Mother Nature doesn't read the forecast, as the day dawned with clear blue skies and wall to wall sunshine.

I went to the gym before sunrise, did forty minutes cycling along the Gold Cast in Australia, while listening to a comedy podcast.

All but the last ten minutes flow, but I got it done.

Back home for breakfast and some time in the garden, marvelling how in the middle of November there was still so much colour.

I take shots, and potter around, only to find a bank of sea mist had drifted in from the coast, and the rest of the village and world was lost to view.

There was football on the telly from three. I watched Luton v Rotherham, so chose poorly as the game ended in a 0-0 draw and was dull, and lacking in skill.

That was followed by Gillingham, the only league team in Kent, playing Crawley, but that bubbled along nicely and ended up 2-2.

Scotland played both dreadfully and well.

Poor in defence, but created many chances up front, sadly they were 3-0 down shortly after half time. Then pulled one back, the Greek captain was then sent off, Scotland scored another to make it 3-2.

And then the front three conspired to miss a series of golden chances, or when it seemed certain they'd score, the keeper pulled off a worldie save.

Phew.