Southbound

Heading to London for the weekend, but with Tracey at work and Arlo at nursery in the morning it meant a good swimming session for me, followed by breakfast with a couple of old friends at the new Meadowlark Number 39 cafe.

Swimming was hard, a few 50m lengths were thrown into the mix as well as being stuck in the middle of the pool rather than wall hugging. Still trying to improve my kick so that I'm not just dragging a dead weight behind me.

After a morning of fun it was off on the train down to London, a pleasant journey down with Arlo charming all passers by, an early night for bedraggled parents and a late night for excited boys.

two turntables and a microphone