Ford every stream

I take a childish delight in driving through fords. This is a particularly nice one, at the foot of a hill skirting Brock Wood, on the road from Spott to Stenton.

A morning which was partly frustrating - waiting in Stenton for a chimney repair man who came late - but also rewarding: an hour's waiting time with a good book is not so bad and when he did arrive he got the job done with no fuss.

This afternoon Red and Andrew cycled to Whitesands so George and I formed the mobile support team with the car. It was bright but breezy on the beach.

Managed to repatriate Matthew from his pal's house this afternoon and excitement is building now for the new Dr Who ...