Workout

I interrupt my morning exercise to admire the dawn. My chain needs tensioned. The battery is flat again. By the time I get onto my bike it’s raining, a high humidity total moisture suspension.

I lunch, alone, in the Morrison’s cafeteria and bring chocolates back for the teams.

Baked potatoes for tea with Nick. A bottle of Brouilly 2011 leads into a long evening listening to tunes.