Cancel our planned trip to Woodbridge, as Jane has an ugly chest cold. J and I do the Tesco run - walk, rather - taking, inadvertently, the scenic route. Two new concrete pads opposite the end of our driveway will soon be the sites of modular park homes like Bill and Jane’s. As we leave for the store there is a loud, slow drumming sound, rather like Indian drumming. Turns out to be a young man rhythmically hitting a small cement mixer with a mallet, to knock off dried cement. J stops to joke with the men and I note that one of them is sporting a mohawk.
In the evening we watch a British program on the finding of Sir John Franklin’s ship Erebus in the Northwest Passage. Interesting watching with Bill, who is both sailor and diver and has a fair number of comments.
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