Sunday I got up fairly early, saw Hal and Rowly and Zach off, then headed out on a river trip with the ferry company. I took shedloads of photos, and none of them turned out very well. It's difficult to get a good shot including the ferry and anything recognisably river-y. In the end I gave up and just started trying to take photos with no constraints about what I wanted to take, and maybe got a couple of okay ones. Meh.
But the trip was good fun; I've never been that far down the river before; we got pretty close to open sea, and saw the Severn bridge and some huge shipping vessels and stuff. It was pretty cool.
On the way back from the ferry on Sunday afternoon I reached another point I've not experienced before: being fed up with taking photographs all the bloody time.
Yesterday I took a very deliberate day off, from photography and everything else, and just chilled. The most taking work I did was to take the sheets up to the launderette near the Victoria Rooms so they could wash while I had lunch in Borders, then tumble while I read some of a Chris Fowler's Old Devil Moon while sitting under the lovely great tree on the little triangle of grass opposite.
Then I watched Stardust, which was fab.
And now I have a four-day week followed by a four-day weekend. Hurrah!