by Mike
A fortunate goal scored direct from a corner was the difference between two poor teams. Pressure from Rochdale in the second half might have given them at least a draw, but it wasn’t to be. Without the goal it would have been a dire game, but instead it was just poor.
Still, it was good to be at a game again.
The 7th of the 8 sections of the Solent Way walk was, on a lovely, sunny and warm November day, uninteresting and tiring . Starting at Portsmouth and ending at Hilsea, the almost 10 miles was mainly along the seafront.
Nothing of interest once I had left Portsmouth other than a Hovercraft service to the Isle of Wight – I didn’t realise hovercrafts were still ferrying passengers. Sadly I missed out on taking a picture.
I’ll be glad when this walk, the Solent Way, is finished – only one section to go!
Last year we visited Chartwell, Churchill’s home, on a day when it was entry-free to everyone not just National Trust members. It was packed, the car park was full and we and others were driving around looking for a space to park. We gave up! Today was completely different and it was almost empty despite the glorious, late Spring day. Churchill was a keen, self-taught painter and his studio is well worth a look. We had a lovely day.
Polesden Lacey on a miserable morning.
A busy month – two funerals, flu and covid jabs, dentist and optician appointments, a car breakdown followed by scrapping and replacing the car. For a change of scenery we made a last-minute decision to visit the Norfolk town of Wells-Next-The-Sea. We always planned to travel there by public transport which took over 6 hours, involving a train, tube, two more trains and a bus!
A Monday to Friday stay in a rented house gave us three full days to explore and get in a couple of decent length walks. Wells-Next-The-Sea is a charming fishing and holiday town with magnificent sands (when the tide is out).
We managed long walks on two of the three days. The first day was sunny as we walked westwards from Wells to Holkham, catching a bus back to Wells. The second day was extremely windy and we caught the bus to Blakeney, walking eastwards to Cley before catching the bus back.
On the third day it rained but we were still able to revisit the magnificent sandy beach.
Fish and chips in the evening!
A great time with the kites and the little ones.
Kite flying is such fun for both kids and adults.
Tracking my activity (walk) into the village, my iPhone’s GPS put me in some odd locations.
The red block is where I shopped in Waitrose – I never went to the left as would be suggested by GPS. The red circle is where I stopped to make a longish phone call.
All very odd, though perhaps explained by the accuracy of GPS, the strength of the GPS signal and the quality of my iPhone’s GPS receiver,
Update: I came across the following at Why-is-GPS-data-sometimes-inaccurate
When signals from the GPS satellites bounce off buildings, the GPS receiver can be confused by the extra time the signal took to reach it. In these cases, you may observe sudden large errors in position. There is not much that can be done to reduce the effects of multipath errors – GPS is simply less accurate in canyons, whether they are made of buildings or natural formations.
A disappointing result after a fascinatingly competitive match for the first hour. Sutton took a deserved lead in the 62nd minute but ruined their prospects with a player being red-carded 5 minutes later. Hanging on lasted until two goals from Salford, 10 and 3 minutes from full-time, ruined the party – it seemed inevitable with a one man advantage.
Sutton nearly nicked a point in the last minute of extra-time, but it wasn’t to be. Disappointing!
A trip by train to the underwhelming Guildford Cathedral and five books from the wonderful pre-loved bookshop at the National Trust’s Dapdune Wharf.
things change 