Humidity not good for breathing. Boris et al not good for stable mentality.
I walked on the Prom today. Yes it was a struggle. Rain and wind. But I did it.
Deserted beach with lots of weed - mounds of it. Bit smelly too.
Surf school. Lots more kids arriving as we left. Chatted to the Mums who come down every day.
Just look at that sky.
The Fisher men are brave.
This evening the DP had a zoom meeting with the Photographic Society which went ok despite my interruptions one asking him to close his office door, I am surprised you couldnt hear him. And a request for him to put another log on the wood burner as I - on oxygen- am not allowed so to do.
Barbara I am well aware I should not meet another indoors. My Shedudio is indeed 'indoors' but we are 2 metres apart. It is not my home. The doors are open and fresh air circulates with the wind if nothing else. I am not shielding any more. I am also exempt from wearing a mask though I do even though it can do dreadful things to me. No one else just me. If I did not have any social chat I would rather be dead and to be honest Barbara. I really have had enough and am stopping blogging.