Two mornings

Saturday morning saw me out early, in the quarry in my kayak, doing my usual litter pick (7 bags and two inflatables between us, all gone to the tip). No photos 'cos I forgot the memory card.

Up early again on Sunday, out on the bike. Back to the quarry again, cutting back the trees along the track, less ducking and a faster ride;

I then headed for the swimmer's put-in, to see Dani and the Colonel, only to be chased by an alsation. Once the dog left I dropped down for a chat and rode along the side along a track that's usually partly submerged;

I did this partly because I could, and partly to see if the beach at the end was reachable by road. It isn't, which will make cleaning it up later in the year difficult. It's been decided to leave the beach and other places that the dirty gits use a mess until later in the year and only clean up the parts that the swimmers use and anything floating in the water, letting the filthpigs wallow in their own mess.

I left the quarry, heading down to do a figure of 8 through the lanes and fields and cows, then went home for tea and crumpets.

Paul.