Green Day

A very green day today. How about this...up a little later than usual but still fairly early and Rowlf and I went on our weekly walk-stroke-swim.Super high-tide at Clive park so we scrambled through the trees and the lump went in a couple of times. Then I had an idea; we scooted around to the person-free boat club so I could stand on a deck and he could launch himself from and walk himself back up a boat ramp, in betwen times retrieving the floaty-kong from where I had hurled it. A thoroughly pleasant way to start the day.

On the way back I failed to get croissants for an un-slept Sal, so I dropped off Rowlf, grabbed Rumpole and headed to bakery number two where I had far more success. Croissanted and sightly more awake Sal and I wandered around the corner to see what 1.7milion dollars gets you in this area. Quite a nice house, as you'd hope. Anyway, after that oh-so suburban moment I packed my freediving gear into a backpack, got on my bike and headed for Fairy Bower. Sal headed for the sofa and some of the sleep she'd not got last night.

There is a brief divelog entry for the dip. It was great. Post dive, hungry, I headed home, stopping for a meat pie en route. OK, Top Gear is on and I am therefore taking no notice of this blog...