Time waits..

Another old pal day! For MrT was looking for a chum to go for a cycle, and well, I can’t say I was doing a lot else, so we agreed to meet up on the ferry road cycle path to head east. Except he got lost. Still, eventually he arrived, ambling along the road followed by a tail of cars, blissfully unaware of the 4m wide cycle path running alongside him. It took me back to the Netherlands, so it did.
So off we went, miles and miles, aye, to Porty. After a Greek pastry we went to seek out a beer which of course was utterly impossible along the front. But hey, there was this unlikely looking corner boozer advertising a ‘beer garden.’ Mr T went in to reconnoitre and came back to report - sunshine, but no decent beer. In we went. Lager it was, then. And how he did reminisce - fifty years to the day since Jimi Hendrix had died and he’d seen him just a couple of weeks previously at the Isle of Wight festival. 
Home and out for the briefest sail outside the harbour with the gal - the wind had grown quite keen, which made me exactly the opposite as I fancied a relaxing sploosh about.
And then a call to meet P&K along in the beer garden at the OCP as the sun went down. Quite delightful so it was.
Gotta grab these days - not only is summer well on its way out, but leaders are making ominous noises which may well affect my well being in the coming weeks. TBC I suspect...