long way home

Cycle, work, roasted fox, work and then a long cycle home. I almost opted for the pan-European speciality of snail in the hole but there was more road kill to be eaten.

I took a detour on the way home to Bermondsey, and very nice it is too; must go back in the daylight with a very wide angle lens. Lots and lots of very lovely old warehouses; of course they're all super expensive flats now. Hey ho.

Still no peeps from the blip high command; is someone going to go around and chap their door?

Moderately productive day in the office, tomorrow is Friday then a packed weekend including +1/2 running her first ever half marathon!

Music took a left turn thanks to Sean: Hiss Golden Messenger (the vocal harmonies are great; the main vocals reminds me a little of Bob Dylan or perhaps Nils Lofgren).