Carp kisses

After breakfast at Lorraine's house I returned home to feed Calliope, and sloped uphill to feed Trotski, Lenin and Pinkie Barbie Ariel, then went to the gym to labour on the Hulk Legs machine for half an hour. The afternoon I worked on some mindmaps with Lorraine to plot possible courses of action precipitated by the new Government's slashing of education budgets.

Then a car trip with Beth and Mark off to PC World, a Garden Centre and then to Woods Mill under a beautiful blue sky, with the big downs brooding nearby and a breeze in the trees.

The mini nature reserve was idyllic and empty, and the four of us wandered about it, Mark sporting a sling, due to a dodgy shoulder. By the small lake we could hear the slobbery kiss of carp mouthing at the surface, and we spent some time hanging from a bridge looking at dozens of of fish high in the water, and lit by the lowering sun so that you could see the red fins of the roach, and the big greenish scales of the mirror carp.

Some time later to a pub for a fast cold beer, before dropping Mark off at his house, and having supper at Lorraine's. After, the city looked beautiful in the low bright light as I walked home.

Below some snaps of Woods Mill, and a snap on the way home.