Saturday morning

Good morning,

No rest for the wicket-keeper, I am up, I am cooking sausages for breakfast and for a snack on the way, as I have very little money. But seeing as someone has bought my ticket, I will go, and be grateful, nice to have a change of scene, helps my mind, because the traumatic stress of the Jersey deanery and BBC stunts still lingers.

I am not going as early as usual, because our local transport is affected by engineering works at the moment, so I leave here in about 20 minutes, showered dressed and fed.

It is cold and clear and a red sunrise is lighting up the bay, the cat has had it's milk and is sitting on the decking, watching for mice.