Walking the Ching

A day of decompressing from the French holiday. The usual unpacking and washing. Opening the mail - the brown envelope ones always scare me. I think they are going to be a speeding fine or some such. But this time I was in the clear.

Having a long walk through Epping forest I found myself walking by the river Ching (as in Chingford). There's still some water in it. The little Olympus Tough struggles with contrast.

Tour de France and tennis on the telly in the afternoon. I have recorded the Grand Prix highlights so will catch up with them at some stage.